and so she said to me,
"what will you do, then?
if—as appears to be the case—
nineteen years of
little experiments have
still not provided you
the fortitude
to share with the world
that which is most important:
your art—
your love, your ire,
your dreams and passions
—your Soul.
what will you do, then?" |
honest desperation replied:
"suffer in silence, i suppose."
[ june 2002 ]
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