Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Heaven
Imagine meeting me for the first time, without seeing me. All you hear is my voice.All you feel is genuine.There is nothing to taint your view of me.I have an opportunity to be who I am without you trying to match my physical with my material.You cannot dismiss me for what I don't have because all there is is voice. Beautiful melodies of conversations between you and me.
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