What you say is who you are. How you say it is your style.
Writing poetry is like always being in love. What masochism! What luxury!
Trauma reflected upon in tranquility can produce morally stunning insights - literary light! It can also produce maudlin rubbish.
Longing is all that lasts.
Perception is a prism, and reality is like shot silk - depends where the light hits.
The society that destroys its children is eating its own tail, committing suicide in the most perverse way.