Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Let me tell you stories...

That feeling you feel on the periphery of your consciousness, the weight, perhaps the light you feel without really seeing, that presence is me. I’m holding your hand, gently, trying to make a connection with you. I know you’re in there. I can sense you. It’s one of the many gifts bestowed upon me in that moment when I was raised up from the depths. Somewhere along that road I gained that ability to look within the minds of those around me.
Over the years, the hundreds that have past, I have learned to seek out those cracks and crevices in the minds of those who I circle about, never really alighting, just being there.

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