|Poetry slows down the world…||It can be excruciatingly difficult to know whether or not you’re happy.|
| Childhood doesn’t have a fixed end but one day you just appear out of nowhere in your own life |
deconstructed and without a subscription to the general concept
and having to satisfy the unfair requirement to move forward and behave.
|Dipping a toe into the waters of contentment should not be mistaken with having been swept up by the river of eternal happiness.|