Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.
Do you like the image of yourself?
No truer words, written or spoken...Miss Klaire, reading your many words, you are wise beyond your years. Yes, you are a poet and artist,and many more wonderous things. Please never stop writing. You have a rare gift. You not only see into your own soul, but into the souls of others as well, and you weave that insight into profound and beautiful words.I wish I had your gift. God Bless...Diana: firstname.lastname@example.org