Is it a form of social play that underneath the words people say, there is a different conversation going on?
I became a total yes. We don't even have names anymore.
Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.
It's weird how people who are the least close to me or who've never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.
Do it right, regret nothing.
Which came first - the observer or the particle?