Aren’t words more peaceful in prose? There they can relax and breathe in all that company, and not carry heavy meaning weight so alone.
The problem with poetry
Anna Breslin

Are they really? I wonder.

I believed that sometimes words are out to torture us, titilate us and seduce as. When you need them the most, they disown you. Or, they dance just at arm’s length — so close, yet never within grasp — leaving you slightly dumbfounded and somewhat foolish.

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