I am but a man, an ordinary man clenched in the opium–dream full forcingly inhabited by no other than yours truly. Trembling to marble medallions whole heartedly epithet, to that sweet harmonic voice so desperately needed to hear. A normal man greeted by such a voice awes him clearly in the manner startlingly brilliant, yet soft and elegant, that perceptibly ignited the fire in ones heart to the warmness in the cheek bares all truth in mind (few and far between) made to comprehend through means of intense volition, a word or formation of words to energetically angle them to description of something that has yet, no meaning.
A regular man in the presence of scrutinized greatness and I do apologize for failing to describe the outwardly placid marvel that is, and can only be, that voice. That voice, and I quote; by the almost magical melody, medulation, distinctness of that very voice– end quote, I don't know what possessed me to tell you this nor means am I trying to strike a reaction out of you, it felt like something you needed to know simply because *sigh*, you could come to a more probable conclusion than I, a regular man, perhaps entangled to the proclaimable contrast of vibration, to which you know, and feel, better than any English moralist could remotely bestow through eyes–the ears subsequently threaded. Tell me please, I implore.
I don't know what form of lambent effulgence such as the magnitude of a blue star, rendered me perilous in its absence, that to which I am well immersed–focused in the acoustic limbo to that in length have no meaning, but, if I could ever so desperately taste or even humble my thoughts at ease, to feel the glimpse in tongue as sights viewed amid skies. The thoughts from a regular guy.

To each distasteful satisfaction had put into place a set motion unlike stories that have rendered an accumulative aspect to expectation, unrealistic coincidence, and an overall stagnant absurdity compliant to the situation at hand. When applied to a special someone or something (like that voice) unproportionally memorial, condition both mind and matter doth compare anything previously described. This ordinary man not only agog by blindness from diamond drip blue crescent hues to views but the orchestral hum accompanying this sight and again, I apologize for failing to describe a depiction beyond words.

Did you know I am blessed? This ordinary man is no smart man, in fact to his surprise life was guided by a strobing personification consisting of people he looked up to. I tell you, this normal man is blessed, more than he knows it. Colors for which emphasize beauty at a glance complimented in unity for his heart, through my own two eyes, the significance of God through the beauty of his creation. THERE, I GOT IT, the description in full meaning what's it like to hear that voice–the voice that dwells within you. Told you, I am blessed.


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