(fort minor)
There are times when you are feeling just delicious: you want to hug yourself and be happy. Then the words interfere – there is you, labeling, defining, explaining, talking to yourself, creating a story about what you saw, what you felt, what you were.
The Magic just dries up when you cage it in words.
What is is.
And if you don’t let it be, you are left wondering… where’d you go?
