Dear Reader,

Words surpass time, transcend distance and spark the divine.

They’re transaction provides the most intimate of endeavours a person might partake in, and yet, be fully understood. 

The writer and reader meet up at the point of reading and share a moment together. The writer, at one stage of their life and the reader, at another.

Such conscious thoughts never really die, they merely exist as spectres of the self, inscribed within written words. Those of which hold back time, memories, feelings and thoughts – from ghosts lurking in the shadows, like you and I.

 

G.W. Birlzar