I am always confused with life. Every time I think I have produced an answer to all its nagging questions, another springs from its shadowed crevices and I am left utterly stunned...
Then I make the fruitless effort to seek help from others before me and am further stumped to find that they either know very little more, just as much, or less than I do about life's peculiarities.
*The part where my hand rests under my chin and I stare intently at the grooves in the wall*
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Shadow Ponders: Poetry For Those Asphodels
Poetry“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
