...perception is us
not manifest
destiny or dream
boards and images
attached.
Artwork by Anonymous Unknown author, 18th century, in 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
It is only with calloused hands that the heavy body can claw and leverage the self upward on the thorny vine of a life without wince and whi...
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