i haven't read...really read something i liked and that really touched me for quite some time now. it was merely a piece of prose, but it touched me. and i liked it. i have to wonder how and why this is different from anything else. so clear and ....awake.
expressive prose enlightens my mind once more and inspires. i can only hope this feeling persists. for i have been in a trench lacking literature...it's been more like litterature... nothing good,..but a bit of the usual continuous repetition that has been plaguing our society for a few years. this was real and i was journeying right through his eyes. i read a line so consicely phrased that it was like fresh churned butter spread melting on steaming hot toast. it made my eyes well up the way they do when i happen to catch "britain's got talent" and they show one of those kids with the most God-given pipes - yeah that always brings out a tear - i think that's a auditory-tho... or i'm just really happy for the kid.
i wish i could say i love your words i love your voice i love whats going on inside your head. well i guess i just did. so thaink u for intriguing my mind...it was highly transformative.
see it's even making me more poetic. i won't say who it was for it's close to home.
but thank u.
and We can only hope that our dreams turn to real and that we make our dreams real through our good and kind actions.
sweet dreams
