Just like them, different from them
As the river carries within the waters of many a wild spring, so does my veins carry blood from souls that lived and loved in many different places, all over the world. Their essence enduring through the ages have sipped into my genes to make me who I am, just like them, different from them. In my face I see their faces, my heartbeat carries the echo of their hearts and when I write in my hands other hands move, foreign thoughts flowing through into the paper that before was blank. And in this... Sign in to see full entry.