If you’re able to be yourself, then you have no competition. All you have to do is get closer and closer to that essence.
Joys That Sting To take the old walks alone, or not at all, To order one pint where I ordered…
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never…
Bowing down in blind credulity, as is my custom before mere authority and the tradition of the elders, superstitiously swallowing…