No locution can portray the flood of emotions which entangles me
As a walk through an overgrown wood
A film of haze wraps about me
Intoxicating and consuming
My limbs weak...lips dry...breast full...soul high
Inexperienced as a recipient of sincerity
I struggle to find my identity
You take my hand to reassure me, confidently you hold me
You so cautious...and I so impulsive
Together we create a circle of completion
Where one begins and the other ends is no longer an issue
I'm a lover of words, the emotions and memories that those words stir and release within the reader. I aspire to inspire people with my words, photos and other creative works.
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