"I started writing hundred of poems and sending them out. You know poetry doesn't pay anything, it was just a form I needed. Kind of a passionate, pleasurable, selfish, nice form where you can scream a bit. I guess I needed to scream a little bit." C. Bukowski
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
day one hundred and thirteen : ...right?
you are working on yourself too, right? you are letting all the emotions breathe and not pushing them down to spring up later, right? you're not ignoring all of it, right? what i am really asking is: you haven't forgotten me, right?
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