Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats)
Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Short & sweet. I can’t exactly describe or put into words what my wonderland is. I dream of it most nights & it is an escape from the reality of life 😊
Short & sweet. I can’t exactly describe or put into words what my wonderland is. I dream of it most nights & it is an escape from the reality of life 😊
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