I wrote a note one day on a sheet of lined pressed wood, All the things that mattered and the changes if I could. I realized from this, that changes are never really easy, Inside my stomach I felt, a strangeness running queasy.
All the words I written were reflections inside of me, A vastness held together with a thread of my insanity. Still I stuffed the parchment carefully in the bottle, In hopes that one day someone views me as Aristotle.
Capped this container with a cork to hold it tight, I cast it off to sea and sat silent through the night. Wondering who will find the memories I have wrote, In this bottle of timelessness that hold me by a note.
your style is amazing, your use of imagery and vocabulary is out standing! i am drawn to your work like a moth is to a light. well done!
-sarah-
Posted 9 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
Hummmm "Moth to a light" I haven't heard in a while... However I have that strange effect and don't .. read moreHummmm "Moth to a light" I haven't heard in a while... However I have that strange effect and don't know why, but thank you for your nice review!
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