

Untitled 52I used to be a poet.Untitled 52
Truthfully, I thought it was the divorce, or maybe the marriage itself, that knocked all the pretty words right out of me. Maybe, after living so long with indifference and deaf ears, I quit speaking. Or maybe now I just have more to say, and I dont care who listens. I used to picture those poor words, lying on the floor all around me. Id scramble around, hand and knee, trying to force them back into place. Into my head, my tongue. Frantic, at first. Then, just weary. They wouldnt fit. Maybe when you lose pretty words, you cant pick them back up. They slide from your fingers, smo
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If you must drink and draw, please do so responsibly.
and then you popped up on the radar!
Thanks for the faves and I hope you're well!
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Joseph Hawk ~ [link]
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"All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there." -Rumi
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If you must drink and draw, please do so responsibly.
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"All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there." -Rumi
--
If you must drink and draw, please do so responsibly.
--
Joseph Hawk ~ [link]
--
"All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there." -Rumi
--
Joseph Hawk ~ [link]
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