Wild flowers in bloom stir emotions within. Emotion
that every written word would fail in
Attempting to desribe.
Like:
A cold, reverberating "ping" in the cavernous pit of
my soul. Jumping from end to end in a futile
attempt of awakening some dormant love.
Or
A desperate, constant shrieking; calling out from
darkness...getting no reply. Yearning for
warmth, exerting every ounce of energy in the
name of nostalgic remembrance.