"The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name." -William Shakespeare
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Solitude
The lonely thoughts, in time, give way to peace and sometimes laughter.
But only when we let go of the things we think we're after.
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