Feb 2017
Erase myself to experience
And though the leaf looks so
Divinely alive and at one with the sun
Without aching there is no poetry
And though the leaf looks so
Divinely alive and at one with the sun
Without aching there is no poetry
Maybe I do love pain in some way... without it there would be no me. On the contrary, why does poetry always start with me? Sick of my ****** egocentrism. Someone please turn me off.
