On a day like today, when the sky is an infinite blue and the air is fresh, a simple breath is a pleasure, fulfilling the primitive yearning of a human being, to be part of something bigger than oneself.
I'm writing a poem on anomia. I can't think of a thing to say.
Pride is like barbed wire fencing around the heart. It keeps people out. It isolates the one within. It is a hinderance to generosity. And anyone who tries to surmount it, risks getting badly injured.