"As a young man, I was told I had an, 'old soul', I appreciated that when it was said but I didn't really understand what it meant. But I think I do have that; a sense of being alive forever, before the dinosaurs roamed, floating through space on solar and cosmic waves. As if I were there with the cavemen and the early civilizations. I feel as if I studied and thought along with the great minds of man's history."
-that was one of the most beautiful things I've read in a long time. it coming from dialogue made it even more stunning. just imagining someone saying those words out loud made my heart break. but sweetly.
I felt tears itching at my eyes by the end of this. I'm sure they'll seep out fully by the time I'm finished writing this comment. and I can't explain it but this story really stirred me. not because of what you told me to finish this but because it was raw and moving and fleeting. I feel warm and lonely at the same time. maybe not lonely but some form of comfort that most people will probably never understand. this was a truely enchanting piece without being stuffed with imagery and the description of feelings, it all ran on dialogue and rare movements. somehow, without going into the detail of emotion, it filled the reader with everything they needed to feel: whatever it was the characters were feeling, whatever they could smell, the taste of cinnamon, and so on.
Now I need to talk a deep breath. I haven't cried yet but I'm sure, at some point later today, I'll think of this story and they'll come streaming out. I'll enjoy though, unlike all the other episodes.
to the readers...
