I Couldn't Use Words
A life of wordless dark and light, with openness and space, as an endless sea of flowers in an overgrown meadow. I knew you by a mild scent and dewy petals; a taste of Grandma's Almond Rusks and plum pie. All the words I've spoken, all meetings and memories were gone, only a pearl of glass showed its face to the world. Transperant and clear, fragile and frail, unarmed and naked on the stage of life. After awakening from death´s snare, a new vision, a new reality. A parachute jump from an endless sea of flowers to the pitch-black world. Words were not contained, but the beauty lived in a song, caresses, smells and visions. Everything had to be learned anew - the world was snatched away under my feet and I created a new foundation on which to stand. A life of wordless darkness and light, possibilities, openness and spaciousness, as an endless sea of flowers in an overgrown meadow.
/ Ingela