Blossom by Readmylife

May time slow down for a little while, may your heart beat faster with every word you read. Every line of my chronicles not made by hand shall pour light and warmth into your soul. Open wide the embrace of your soul and freeze in a weightless flight... Unseen colours before you shall turn into pictures and images like shards of a broken glass turn into a mosaic in the hands of a gifted artist. And thus a blurred and unclear image at first begins to clarify with every new shard, every new line and letter.