I can close my eyes and picture myself walking the grounds. To me they are sacred. A holy place. I fee the power of the place without even being there. I know that may not make sense to other people but I don’t care. It’s the way I feel.
I have this overwhelming feeling when I see pictures of the forgotten city. Tears well up and I want to cry. It feels like grief for the loss of such grandeur, for the people who called it home. Don’t ask me why. I’ve just always get this deep connection to this place.
Is there somewhere out there in this big world that you have never been but you fee this kind of a draw, a pull, a connection? Is there a place that haunts your dreams and whispers to your soul on the winds?