When your back is against the wall,
you must turn around and face it-
when you do,
you will notice
it was a door
all along.
Image by By Bill Jacobus [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Unopened mail on the counter, a meal half eaten sits on the table, fork frozen in position of the last bite. A world abandoned mid-sentence,...
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