Where Words Meet Lips

I am the tiniest fracture born of sweet laughter.

Where words meet lips, journeying forth, there is a touching. I can hold this bit in my hand and let you see the world.

You ask of me the why, and how. I answer only with a story. Because in the end, perhaps you are right, perhaps a story is the finest accomplishment we have. For then we are not only immortal – we are purpose, we are entertainment, we are alive.

One Response to “Where Words Meet Lips”

  1. Stiletto Girl Says:

    Really beautiful, I like this a lot.

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