I feel like there is less and and less place for elegance, for grace, for eloquence and nuance. Everything needs to be exaggerated to make you click, read or pay attention for few seconds. Numbs heart and brain.
I miss the murmur of waves, the serenity of virgin nature. I miss the fluidity of female body and slight burn you get from infatuation licking the inner walls of heart.
I earn for poetry in form.
