Tell it to the Stars

A loss for words...
There is comfort in this; spirit speaking calls for time in translation. Words, seedlings of hope and healing.. regrowth.. marking new seasons. Thoughts within these pages speak at volumes only hearts can hear, forced words cannot possess their meaning or interpret their language. Energy coursing out of eyes reach, frequencies and vibrations with purpose to sift the sands of time, recalling life's impurities to forfeit their stronghold; concede their waged war. 3 2 1..