Creative Writing

I begin again

What a ghostly whisper of feeling
That passes through as a slight sinewy shade

A sound that causes an action
Like the fluttering of a bird responding to the creak of a tree

Regal, silent, strong, protective

This sense that is perfectly comprehensible yet in the same instantaneous moment so terribly mysterious

I believe it is my destiny to always feel connected through mis-connection

What is supposed to happen simply does not exist

My touch in flux

Seeking to uncover the disturbance and embrace it


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