Of late, I have been caught in webs of words. Words beholding wisdom and truth. They are words carrying deep emotions and perhaps, fragile thoughts that are shared here in WordPress. I am loving the words escaping from the pounding of their keyboards, revealing in a spectrum of vivid art, that is, LiFe itself.
These are my muses as I find myself having the urge to write. Yet perhaps in an overwhelming desire to say a lot, I end up, for the most part, staring at my web pages remaining blank.
Having this urge, coupled with inspiration from these amazing people I follow, allow me to write the words The Talking Voice Inside is mumbling and grumbling about, conversing in monkey chatter in my head, spinning quite recklessly at times. Akin to a spider whose web it creates, dependent on the vibrations felt by its hairy legs, the vibrations of your words resonate with the beating of my heart.
And on a side note: I don’t have hairy legs. ;p
Allow me to extend your words on how they mean for me, how touched I am with your grace and humility, how crazy my mind reels having YoU whack the bejeezus from my head time after time so I may hear my own heart.
I am at the point where I have gathered enough paint, and true to an artist’s heart, I want to let them go and release the colours of my words into a canvass.
Allow me to spin off my own web designed from your gracious, vibrating souls.
I promise to cite your blogpost where the web began spinning.