When art critics get together they talk about Form and Structure and…
by Dev
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely,…
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the…
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of…
So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have…
Let us not be in hurry to talk of separation. But because the Heaven…
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your…
It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish. J.R.R.…
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth…
The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection…
