'poet' by Aleksander Gorbunov
sometimes, we only see what we want to see and not what is physically in front of us. our minds act as filters that sift through consequences which the heart always feels.
what is intangible will always remain a memory of a distant future, hope and sometimes, paranoia. life is but a palindrome to each individual.
happiness can be derived from Beethoven's 9th or Wilde's works - they are all interpretations, and what can art not express but the true authenticity of the human spirit.
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