Poetry is a presentiment of the truth.

I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut.

Tell me what's the difference

I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being.

I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played.

Poetry is a presentiment of the truth.

We cling to words like drowning men to straws. But still we drown, we drown.