To stanch the flood of memories

“haunted…….

I visited over and over again …… to feel the orchestral coloring speaking such volumes of unutterable moments. a point of breathing, a pair of otherworldly arms to hold me in a dance where I loose myself in the breeze that blows through my hair with the touch of caressing fingers ….

… a place to find you.” ~ Someone from the past

A seductress of words, I was shown a way that I never knew existed and took it for a norm. It is not until I’ve flipped through the mountain of blogs that I understand how unique her style is. It took me a few years, but I finally know enough to be able to enjoy her writings. I only wished that I could’ve known what I know now back then.

On a funnier note, I also found this while rearranging data.