Heaving a bag of memories, i walk on... Someone opens my bag... and they fly.. If i knew, i'd jump, run, catch them and stuff them back in my bag. Shut it tight, where they belong, they must stay..
"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things."
T. S. Eliot
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