Beauty's Pride Comments

We are born alone in our minds. We live and eventually die that way too. In the interim, the best we can do to communicate is the symbolic usage of language. No greater use (Tho far from perfect) is there for that medium than poetry

There is a soft humming around us, soothing balm to calm the nerves, no more nails to scratch and have scars, when poetry is a soulmate to love..