Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi.
I have never met anyone like you. Your silent waters render me speechless and ambivalent, but your flowing words are liquid songs that surges through my senses, and I am left drowning.
You’re currently reading “First Drowning Thought,” an entry on Secret Madness
6.28.07 / 9am
How peaceful your words …droplets into my soul..so gentle that I want to cry …Thank you for visiting me …
Dum vivimus, vivamus.
There are just some things that cannot be said in a place of established orthodox. But once in awhile, someone comes into our lives with words that incite us to freely express ourselves. Such is what I am attempting, even if words are not the medium which my mind works.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom; and make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile and leave footprints in our hearts, but we are never, ever the same.
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