Passing today on yesterday's pathA Poem by Relic
My words mean little.
They are the dust particles of past thoughts and past ideas written down in the moment; mere snapshots in life’s spiral notebook that, weeks later, may seem irrelevant ashes of an idea still burning. ~ My words: ~ My words are the fallout of a night’s carefree episode on the thin ice of a laptop. The meeting of a spirit with fingers; a beyond from a before; a flame from a spark; a horizon from darkness. ~ But really, ~ my words: ~ my words mean very little and will fade with time as my thoughts lead elsewhere.
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