Orginally written on the night of July 12
What I present for you here is the version edited for grammer, spelling and meaning.
The edges are sharper but the image is further away. Like a painting you can reach out and touch, a distant wall as far away as the table at hand. An image from a similar reality, you recognize it but you don’t quiet fit in the scene. As you sit with this removed image displayed before your eyes, sight becomes something you can only dream. While through your ears you can finally seem to feel. The music comes through like the definition of life, and you have to move to feel that you are keeping still. The music sets a rhythm your body moves in time, to fight the motion, is to be shaken and jarred. Now paper and ink move into the present, they become the return of a dear friend and with them come the memories of shared secrets and promises whispered made. Childhood friends making giggly promises of someday and when we grow old. Promises of forever more, we let the meaning flow through our minds as onto paper ink does drain. Promises made once again to keep writing with thrill and with passion. Forever to let ink flow so words can be shared and distant worlds connected.
The edges are sharper but the image is further away. Like a painting you can reach out and touch, a distant wall as far away as the table at hand. An image from a similar reality, you recognize it but you don’t quiet fit in the scene. As you sit with this removed image displayed before your eyes, sight becomes something you can only dream. While through your ears you can finally seem to feel. The music comes through like the definition of life, and you have to move to feel that you are keeping still. The music sets a rhythm your body moves in time, to fight the motion, is to be shaken and jarred. Now paper and ink move into the present, they become the return of a dear friend and with them come the memories of shared secrets and promises whispered made. Childhood friends making giggly promises of someday and when we grow old. Promises of forever more, we let the meaning flow through our minds as onto paper ink does drain. Promises made once again to keep writing with thrill and with passion. Forever to let ink flow so words can be shared and distant worlds connected.