"I feel the inside of me approaching a brink of my ability to hold down emotions."
"I wish we hadn’t went outside amongst so many and made a fool of ourselves"
A positive movement and its negative effects and what it actually means.
"I had never expected myself to be so emotional"
The ark is waiting for you with the mighty tides of poetry. What do you wait for?
Papers and Canvas boards are not only where you find poetry and art.
Who decides your moments of melancholy and moments of delight?
Everyone is made up of two forms. Forms which surface at different times.
A theft is committed. But who is at fault?