From the first I expressed myself through words
The feeling was undescribable as a hurt that gets healed or a nerve that is thrilled from experience of birth.
Into a living breathing being that has circle my life Everytime I make the revelation of purpose
Poems, rhymes or learning how to speak in different diction fascinates me in mystery. And Everytime Im silent it's a piece of me missing.
After a while however I found a place deeper than words where only silence connects. That would have me forever missing my words instead. A place that is undescribable as the words, built to describe
A place where time is never lost however always lost in time.
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