Monday, September 3, 2012
Words to Silence -
Books are my gateways to the center of the world. To the center of myself.
I touch the loftiest heights of human emotions and touch the green ground softly parachuting my way all along through the alleys of letter, syllables ... words.
I finally found my way of reading, walking slowly, each step, word by word into the story, settling down there with a blanket and a quite anonymous rhythm.
Books are changing my time. They are creating my vision. They are changing me.
I whisper all the way into their words and the replies are filled with comfort and wisdom.
I lie down with then unable to think for a while after their words seep into me.
Now only silence remains. And the endless rustle of pages.
I touch the loftiest heights of human emotions and touch the green ground softly parachuting my way all along through the alleys of letter, syllables ... words.
I finally found my way of reading, walking slowly, each step, word by word into the story, settling down there with a blanket and a quite anonymous rhythm.
Books are changing my time. They are creating my vision. They are changing me.
I whisper all the way into their words and the replies are filled with comfort and wisdom.
I lie down with then unable to think for a while after their words seep into me.
Now only silence remains. And the endless rustle of pages.
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