I have done terrible things.
Things that would make me shiver in cold and dazed days.
But i have always recognised vulnerability.
It’s like an empty space that can be filled with anything.
And when we replace the void with madness,
we get to see the things of illumination.
Perhaps this madness has kept me going all these years.
Madness for choice, for desire and for expression.
I have felt most alive in the places that induces this intangibility.
That’s the reason I have always come back to poetry like lovers do in wet nights of irrevocable passion.

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Photograph: senseofomar

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