Disappointment in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
- Oct. 22, 2017, 3:59 a.m.
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It has been a very, very long time since I have been this centered personally and crashing forward with spirited vigor despite the myriad trespasses life inevitably bestows.
With that said, I have also not been this sad and disappointed and unhappy personally in an incredibly long time.
And I don’t know if there is a remedy.
Words in space.
Words are free.
Fleeting and so worthlessly free they are. We keep spinning away.
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