Every moment of my life still resides in folded curls, gnarled across the surface of my brain. They seek release, yet without inspiration to direct their flow, of what purpose are they? Without guidance from the heart, what intent would they serve? Words are but empty vessels meant to convey the wisdom, love, passion, despair, anger, and emotions to the interpreter of our dreams. As they are received, so shall they be interpreted.
I pray, help me guide my words, so others may see the beauty my eyes have beheld over a lifetime of searching.