these words shouldn't be shouted, or said truly aloud. they are the kind of words that should be whispered to nature and left, soft and low, on the earth. these words should be sung quietly into the ear of the breeze, to be carried to an insomniac who needs a lullaby. these words should be said, very thoughtfully, very slowly, to a best friend in the afternoon twilight, when the sun is scraping the hills, painting the world in momentary gold. these are soft, afternoon words, not to be tossed around on blogs in printed letters or painted boldly on walls in calligraphy. these are words you scratch into your soul, that you etch lightly on your heart in your own handwriting, so that any one looking has to look very, very carefully to find them.
these words are whispers in the evening, by ayla
