26/02/14
Never settling
Doesn't have to be a bad thing.
To decide
Would be to end everything.
They call it passion,
I call it the end of the line.
What's a story without a villain?
A clock minus hands?
No fuel for a fire?
To make the familiar strange,
And the strange familiar.
To really imagine,
We're to imagine reality
Upside down.
It's difficult to find,
A home for a neurotic mind.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetrySome personal writing that I've been keeping in a poem diary of sorts. I thought I would share.
