“ how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written. ”
The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.
~ Sanober Khan
even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.
Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.
some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.
