Erring? Or something else entirely?

The stars wink at me at times, revealing as well as reveling in their promiscuous glory, leaving in their wake a stunning display of vibrancy. That is the epiphany. Or is it? Likened to a serendipitous glimmer that wages chaotic endearments in a mind that is forever traipsing through paradise.

Such freedom of wanton inhibitions in their severity that becomes lost upon the path of indignation. Prevailing thoughts that succumb to bitter sweet whispers of promises that are kept close lest they be muttered unknowingly. However, the weight of such encourages that you shout out and let loose with those tumultuous thoughts.

Erring? Perhaps. Or can it be defined as a release unlike any other, be it spoken, felt or experienced?

Those nimble inklings of thought as they become immersed deeper within the mind to hold at bay sensibility and plausibility. Dare you stroke the ego and allow it to become more than what you give it credit for?

Where’s the faith? Your faith? Or do the repercussions of such prohibit succulent lips to form the words that seek desperately their escape prevent that which is obvious?

Such epiphanies are to be explored and discovered… much like a maze in all its meanderings from top to bottom and back to front and all points in between.

Erring? Or is it a subtle innuendo that lies in wait for something incredible?