Spinning and spinning, around and around, where do we go? Where do we go? I don’t know, I simply do not know, but I feel. I feel the emotions rippling below the surface, passing thoughts lurking in the depths of the darkness that is my mind. I am one of a kind.
Words turning into tantalizing thoughts to seduce the mind. I know this kind. Words inducing ecstasy it is not strange to see minds captivated by the sleekness of a few simple letters defining time in my mind. I’m not blind just one of a kind.
by: Zanda J. Boggs