A blank page…how does it begin…in another realm…a thought or something else…who shows us the way or sees things so differently than a common eye can behold…
We scramble and shuffle with another sense and time…does it matter how anything starts…a creation from an empty sky…who is the writer, really…
A word or a phrase that can take a heart to another time and space…are these hands capable to conceive…an open door that leads minds away from a land of misery…how distressing or beautiful it may seem…it’s between the lines…
A mystery will most often find that the writer, really isn’t mine ❤