Speak

its not really a story, but not a poem either. just a small blip of knowledge that poped into my head :) hope you like it as much as I do ;)

Read it slowly, rhythmically. Breath the words until they become irrevocable clouds of smoke on a morning’s silent breeze. Let them speak to you as once, long ago, the world spoke to you, because words are replaceable, disposable, they change and they don’t ever come back. Your words, like all others, will remain forever floating on a midnight dream, unless you, and only you, reach out with sunkissed fingertips to touch the breaking dawn.