A Head Full of Dreams

means nothing if you don’t
act on them and turn those
dreams into something
tangible, but what does my
romantic poet mind know?
It knows only as much as 
you are capable of telling
it and only as much as
it confesses to know. What
does my romantic poet
mind know? Nothing and
everything, absolute dark
and absolute demonism 
converted into something more

— Poetry

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