The moment of "now"

Words just get in the way. Maybe that’s the trouble-I’m trying to sing a picture, to hear a touch, to make a dress for a soul. Emotions can not be made tangible for the eyes to see and for the hands to hold. They come and go, elusive like the scent of a tree in blossom carried by the wind and you wonder if it wasn’t just your imagination. I love it whenever my mind manages to escape the physical box and roams free of any strings holding it to past, present or future. It is only then that I feel