Seduce the Silence

I often sit and witness the beautiful existence, sparked by a yellow haze of a dying candle's flame, my notations dancing leisurely with the seizure of it's shadow on the wall. I am able to see the sculpted character of each letter, side by side, easily defined by someone else, but I am also able to see the imagery in my mind and the meaning only I can interpret myself. I can feel the tactile property in the velvety smoothness of the paper as it gently sways and hints at my hand, but I can also feel the sensitive awareness of my sentiments passionately bestowed it unplanned. I can smell the wick and the wax as it starts to collapse, but I can taste the delicate discrimination in my own perception of things called facts. I have a choice on how I let external circumstances impact how I react. I am capable of delegating my footfalls, be it one, or twenty on a path that I will allow no one to detract. I will devour the mentation of any man or woman that airstreams an implementation of how I should receive my own existence! I can and will make a difference! For strangers and in lives of those who wish to have me in theirs. All I have to do is start somewhere and the visions, intuitions, the care from within will come out and flow naturally. I will not ignore pain, or anger, or sorrow because I don't understand it. Or, because those around me can't appreciate a proper grieving. I know that every tomorrow I'll feel it again, in that acknowledgment consciousness breathes. MY consciousness tonight lightly blew to life the manifestation of my creative sense and it took my voiceless words in synchronous act and produced a wistful song that seduced the silence.