What if we are tragic and yet have equal times of puffy happiness? Perhaps we may want to cut off our ear sometimes yet be the most full of joy at others. I don’t know the absolute answer but I do think it’s time for me to meditate over this with a pint of chocolate, peanut butter cup ice cream. That should un-tragic me for a minute.
Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.