Me
There is always a beginning. To begin, the quill must meet the page. None, but I, can breathe life into my creation, though I may see it through many eyes. And so, She was discovered. Truth behind the whispers. Owner of the memories. Wisdom behind the voices. Artist behind the visions. The Author of Her own story.
Write what you know.
What do I know?
I know what I see through the eyes of the ink on the page.
The words speak visions and hear pictures
Smell caresses and touch aromas
Flavors of emotions dancing a rumba
Look for me
Tell me what you know
Let me borrow your shoes so I may understand what it is you see.
So I may learn to show Her to you.
The real me.
