In the meandering of my mind I have touched beauty and death, truth and evil, time and annihilation. Once I wandered to where the dark things creep, in the deep, murky valleys of walking shadow: even there, a candle held in the heart might still light what is within. My dreams once lived alongside me, guiding me along paths that weren't there, impossible creatures that flew off one strange night to return forever diminished. In the meandering of my mind I have heard rumors and poetry, lies and praise, wailing and melody. I do not know just where I have been, and I know not where I go from here, but there are in me certain memories of loss and of joy that speak to this me that I have lived this life, even if no one else saw me do it.
jj
5:46am friday, 1st august
I find your writing to be a beautiful reflection of your self. It's amazing to me how deep you go inside yourself, I wonder though if you may be a glutton...for self induced pain and misery that is. The boundries of your mind are limitless, yet comfortable. I find the same things are ever present with me, however, I cannot find the words like you can, and I read what you write with my jaws dropped, literally. I am twitterpated with your passages...
jj