That tingle in the brain is called a word.It bats itself against its fleshy bounds.
Poetry, Writing, Creativity
You are ruining my loneliness.
Poetry
A piece of art, when completed, encapsulates its own reality. As its architect, the artist’s task is to craft it well enough that the reader believes in its existence and is willing to enter, explore, and engage based on the artist’s version of the truth, even if that truth is artifice.
Poetry, Art
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