‘I don’t fully understand what is meant by your writing, but the way that it makes me feel is beyond words.’
‘You flatter me too much, my friend, I have a great deal of faith in the fact that you can evoke the same feeling in others.’
The day I learned of my ‘mentors’ passing was an excruciatingly sad moment, I do not even have the words to express how that moment felt.
It is now some years later, I had a similar conversation, only this time it was I who gave the advice. I know my ‘student’ shall do also.
I don’t know what any of my words mean, so can anyone help me?
I ask for forgiveness, yet, I feel, I am asking myself to forgive me.
It may or not be of any consequence,
what I am about to do, I mean.
I sat down with my heart,
a visual memory.
Yet, if one were to think about it further
are we not [factually] enslaved to our hearts?
I felt a presence, yet how can I know?
Words fail me;that which I do not know
A torn correspondence –
I do not know.