My heart's nocturne often overtakes me: slow, soft and brimming with soul
It drives at a pace, that in my mind's eye, is a dizzying dance that I've rehearsed every night since I recognized its stirring
With each beat is every sentiment, every syllable that would seem hollow without the accompanying score
One moment I am as light on my feet as a golden feather floating down from an angel's wing
In my solitude, I am filled with infinity
My being is home to an ecosystem that schools me daily to listen, to feed, to grow into my humanity
Lessons such as these have filtered through the years and minds of many
Not to be wasted on those who deny their own souls existence
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
My heart's nocturne often overtakes me: slow, soft and brimming with soul
It drives at a pace, that in my mind's eye, is a dizzying dance that I've rehearsed every night since I recognized its stirring
With each beat is every sentiment, every syllable that would seem hollow without the accompanying score
One moment I am as light on my feet as a golden feather floating down from an angel's wing
In my solitude, I am filled with infinity
My being is home to an ecosystem that schools me daily to listen, to feed, to grow into my humanity
Lessons such as these have filtered through the years and minds of many
Not to be wasted on those who deny their own souls existence
