And so it was, the same thing, happening simultaneously everywhere.
It never started. It never ended. Any moment could be a new beginning, any moment could turn into the last breath, and lots of in-betweens were to happen – haunted memories, longed-for dreams, lost loves, found joys…
The same story for everyone, the one we all share. The only story. Truestory.
Life is its title.
We are all together in our aloneness. In our desperate need to feel connected, sometimes words are the hand that opens the windows of the other to their self.
Sometimes, in our desperate need to feel connected, words are the hand that opens the window of the other to their self.
Words are powerful.
Words save and destroy, heal and hurt.
Words give and take.
Words make up our worlds.
Words touch souls, arouse the mind, set fire to our blood, pull us up.
Words build bridges where only emptiness grew.
Words shape lives.
Words are beautiful… in the way life is.