Dawn in its solemn calling recalls the stories of day...
In rhythms of change walk on the numberless footsteps of the world.
Then night lets go of every feature, the faceless dark forgets.
Anonymous
3:50pm thursday, 6th february
do you think you can feel the touch of an angel? no one can ever remember the moment between being awake and asleep, maybe this is where we are all touched.
your words touch me, and judging by, has touched all those who read them.
matt
8:23pm tuesday, 11th february
touching words indeed. there are many truths in what you tell. No more needs to be said, and as for sanity, most "sane" people would rather be ignorant to such truths.
Your words speak trutfull relfection
Anonymous
matt