What you are about to witness are my thoughts....just my thoughts. Right or wrong: tis how Eye am feeling at the time.
Believe in the ability of language to heal. Let these butterfly and love-laced words infuse your Spirit with the joy from the Cosmas: the feminine genius of consciousness. Ascend.
When my eyes go over these words you write I am compelled to ask you how you bring up such a multi-faceted plethora of feelings. It's like my own feelings somehow manifested in you...eerie but now I just want to know how you do it or where does it come from.