The Alchemist (a Poem)
A couplet poem on feeling like finding one’s purpose is always just out of reach, no matter how hard you try to be true to yourself.
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A Midsummer Night’s Dream: a Tale of Romantic Persistence and Everything Working Out in the End
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love’s mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil’d.”
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I’m Sorry if You’re Living and You’re 20-Something
I definitely need a diary, and I can’t write quite fast enough by hand to make paper worth much, so here my musings shall lay to rest.
