27/12/02

Dec 27, 2002 by Rose

A silent voice calls out through the night and makes it journey across time and space, unnoticed and unseen. A time to be had in the company of words tossed out into space by the one who bathes in the complexity and simplicity of his own words. They too are sometimes a contradiction for they speak to fool, but how can you fool the one who needs no voice, when they too gaze into the same mirror with a similar thought. She discovered the path was an illusion for it did not wind before her, but instead like the snail follows no path, yet leaves a path, she is now set free.