I love it when you laugh.
I'll keep this phrase in mind.
As always, I love your poetry and your art. Art is often that strange freshness you find in others, and we don't think it's because of those limits. Boundaries, universes. Your answer never occurred to me. It's ugly. But everything is relative; my artist's soul wants to return to the body, from limbo, from Styx and its Fates pulling invisible threads.
Solitude is good nourishment for letting the mind wander; art has always been born from some of the human disadvantages. Do you know any good artists who were rich in their origins?
If you know them, was the work truly theirs, or did they pay others to write or paint their whims?
I love it when you laugh.
The worse life is, the more humour we need to survive. Humour and creativity. Did you notice this is the case in many countries? Might change the kind of jokes we tell, our tales, the way we share things but the voice is there and who knows this type of (dry) humour is for insiders only. Those who don't stumble over their long toes and passed that stage of being hurt about every tiny thing said (such a luxury).
I love it when you laugh!
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