The heart moans itself to sleep
Dreams the only balm.
Heal it does, slow by slow
But endure it will
So it has for eternity..
I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.
- Henry Miller
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