Moments of life reside in folded curls, gnarled across the surface of my brain, creating an ocean of turbulent memories. Each rising wave holds treasures that seek freedom from their confines, yet without inspiration, one cannot direct their flow, and their purpose is not served? Without guidance from the heart, what inspiration may they yield?
Words are but empty vessels meant to convey wisdom, love, passion, despair, anger, and myriad other emotions to the interpreters of our dreams. Please help me guide those words, so others may see the beauty my eyes beheld during a life’s long journey.
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