I lye here undisturbed, slowly letting my thoughts fade into a conscious dream. I drift away from my anger and pride. Drown out my fear and strength.
I let go.
My anxiety now nothing. I stare at my paper as quiet words are written slowly with care. It's then that my mind is free to wander at it's own will. No longer is inspiration locked up deep inside the chambers of my heart, just waiting for that one moment where my eyes will open up to something new and marvelous.
I watch my pencil's lead leave its trail. A trail of mineral making familiar lines, curves, spaces and shapes. Familiar to your eyes and mine. My life resides in these words.
And others Identify.
You read this, but do you understand? These sounds in your head, do you realize that it's my life that echoes? Does it make you empathetic? Do you understand my life? It's yours too. As you read you see yourself in me. In my thoughts.
Will you look at them, remember and recollect your past scars through me. Will you hear those sounds echo. Will you speak them. Let them ring inside my head. And will I understand you here with me. We've both been through this, You and I. And I will see myself in you. Here. With me on this page.
4:24 p.m. - 2007-06-23
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