On Being
I’m so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constant...
I’m so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constant...
“O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings.” ~ John Keats I will admit, for me, writing poetry ...