“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind” – Rudyard Kipling
But sovereign poetry
Stronger than death.
So I looked at them and saw they were just little shapes. Curved, round and straight, yet they held so much within themselves…so they became friends of the Soul. The Soul which held deep oceans within itself, its waves crashing on the shore of the Soul which evoked mystery on the paper. Only paper had the patience to hold the depths of these words which poured from the Soul. The Soul conjured imaginations and fantasies with the pen. On paper, carving words and lost images, whispers and dreams were expressed. A way to preserve moments and feelings.The Soul freed itself on paper. Words-they scented the very fibers of the paper once carved. They danced, lilted and whirled to let go of logic. To come close to you and The Light.