Have you ever had a deep down guilty pleasure dream? Weather it's the most unlikely wanting to become Prom Queen or the most vast minded to write a story for the ages. I think we all have one.
Imagine waking to a running laptop, opened to a screen where you read to find out your partner of countless years has been secretly stashing away self made poems.
The view you have been staring at has suddenly changed with the scroll of a touch. Each word drops a hint of the hidden soul. That view sharpens, edges become clear.
The last shred of ebony transformers into ivory with little permission from the owner. Where is their right to feel within the shadows? You, the bringer of light like a gift given without asked.
Think of the design of your disk. Getting lost in a maze of thought. May you be ready for the rise? Forced to blind all your corners. Resistance of little use to yeld the inevitable. Read me like a book.
Blurb by
Crystal Bilbray
1/19/16
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