i just want to be poetic, i said.
then be poetic, was his reply.
it was a simple statement to a quiet cry in the dark. he is one of the most thoughtful, poetic men i know and yet i don't know if he realizes the gravity of the task he laid down.
i'm a dreamer. i create little worlds for myself and i very much want to see them come to light but then when reality falls short of poetry i get disheartened. i have all of these philosophical thoughts about how and why things should be different than they are but i seem to lack the fortitude to create some of the practical bridges to bring philosophy to light.
still, i dream. i hope for better things. i make plans and i try to spur myself on toward picking up a hammer and building a bridge.
poetry can be found in many ways.
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