'Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.'
— Novalis
'Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.'
— Novalis
I always thought I didn't mind
Being a secondary character
in the novel of my own life
Not much spotlight needed
I declared
but this solitude the no cats
no family, just a few old
and yet not so solid new friends
the books the life the music
but then
fortuna locks me in this country
when a chance of family encounter came
I am trapped behind the country's walls & fence
I will miss my little 1/2 sister and her baby
Friends coming later
but what's with this heart pang, anyway?