Writing poetry rather than writing an exam.
Well… I need to write something. Odd that I do not care to write but can be spurred by watching the beginning of a film—Mr.
Himani is an ecstatic poet of note, she wanders through this world inviting ecstasy and pain in equal measure. A trail of Tender Heart Musings tell the
Genius is always sufficiently the enemy of genius by over influence. The book, the college, the school of art, the institution of any kind, stop
as said by them sages, “just so” just so-just so-just so non-interference with the flow forgoing and slowing forgoing all knowing when we see “to
Anything done to excess opens the door to more excesses. The spiral downward–slow or fast–can only be arrested with real moderation born of bold honesty.