"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."
Sunday, March 6, 2011
In My Mind
I called what came over me, a rush But... It was calm
It was the feeling of you Building a home in my mind Where you would contently reside .... without my permission
You're an ass
Then again, you always were Doing things without my permission... that is