Come Again?
Introspection ; my dear old friend graces me with her visits, unexpected yet pleasant. She always arrives bearing gifts, precious on her each visit, subsequent. And thus, she graciously extends her warm trust unto me, and I cannot help but kindly return it, likewise. (PC: deviantart.com) The steady hands in the tickling clock hanging on the wall, turn dutifully half a dozen times…, yet indifferent we, we eagerly learn from each other, as equals. And so, her eclectic vision guides my thoughts, and my humble perception explores her depths. Knowing her, conversing with her mind; beautifully inquisitive unlike any other, I realized I changed naturally without that constant need that haunted my past self. Realizing it further… my heart beats “Life” Life, it never was, is, or