"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
I can not breathe
And life is uncertain A dream that is faded
I should have written it down when I woke up Because I'm reaching
Into the distance And trying to go back to sleep Trying to believe
That life is not a series of vivid dreams Before we wake to a reality That commands us to settle