I can picture you
Sitting there all bundled up in your favorite sweater
The sleeves swallowing your hands
Sitting there in my head, amidst my thoughts
You’re like a child discovering new wonders
Each word stares at you
And you want to poke it, to see what would happen
It would place its hand in yours
As if it were God talking to you
Making you stand up to your past
To show you the light
That is why you read my words, and graze in my thoughts
They remind you that there is light
And that is why tears flow from your eyes
“sitting there in my head, amidst my thoughts … Graze in my thoughts”. Yeah, to be so lucky!
I appreciate your comments. But, I can’t help wondering, what makes you say that?
To be inside the head of a terrific writer, witnessing the process before it even hits the paper, would be awesome.
I’m flattered. And that does sound awesome. I, myself, sometimes wonder what the process of other writers would be, and what makes them write what they do.
So hot! Best library I’ve ever envisioned.
It’s sooo intimate in that library…The coded language between the two of you…The give and take between you. This is really wonderful. One of the best pieces I’ve ever read. Ever.
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