Muted Muse

I lacked the sound to voice my thoughts, but the needle of wisdom stitched my thoughts with words to form tales bedecked with aesthetic tapestries.

 

Perusal

Through the words
I felt the emptiness.

Through the sentences
I felt the emotions.

Through the pages, I lost track of the
chapters.

Through the author
I found my reflection.

Through the book
I found my life.