Floating Thoughts

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Thoughts in the shape of words
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The Fist

The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved

past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.

Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.
-Derek Walcott

"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for your public and have no self."
- Cyrill Connoly

"Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding."
-from "The Notebook" by Nicholas Sparks