If you want to know about me, then read the poetry. |
It is more than a love. Not just because one loves...
Sleeping, I dream of beautiful words precisely...
Beneath my eyelids, stanzas overflowing with ideas...
Certain words should never be forgotten in any...
Everything about the world we live in is finite...
It's the fall
Warm days abound without humidity...
What to write?
It's the most base, simplistic question that seems...
If Archimedes could move the earth with a big enough lever, then I can move the people on it with a strong enough pen. |
I find that whenever I take a crap I am mooning the toilet. |
Life cannot be grabbed and controlled; one can merely try to steer life in the direction he desires it to go. |