it's almost like this - yet however detailed in my
description, and still I find that it's
not like this at
all
words bring us just past the experience of each moment - almost, but never quite capturing our encounter with what's given. Only the experience itself, wind to the flesh, flowers reaching with their scent, or the view and the beauty that it offers - can be known in the instant that it happens. My words will always tell a story - no matter how true they once belonged.
~
Peace,
Eric
2 comments:
Nice!
thank you!
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