Darkness Inspiring Light

Woah be the dark clouds For they steel the souls of the ever happy, It must be wrong They all have run away from thee, We all must be happy And fake smile with glee Fear not, you of sleeve worn heart, You are not alone, Just as thunder storms grow flowers And volcanic ash brings fertile soil Your dark clowns inspires showers Of new ideas, and new work We are here with you Even if you do not hear us

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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