“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
The Solitude Of Sunflowers
The solitude, the sunflowers, the everything
I get lost— lost in it all
My head tells me I’m wrong
But my heart tells me the truth
…
This I Know
It was void, void of anything except my mind
My mind and my own memories
For my body didn’t exist
Or had it ever
…