Desires
At what point
do we no longer
desire
our desires?
Like a dream
forgotten
in an instant.
The details
no longer alive—
Hiding there
in the corners
of the foreboding
dark shadows.
Do we forget,
So that we might
dream again,
of the things
we so desire?
Some are influenced by the love of wealth while others are blindly led on by the mad fever for power and domination, but the finest type of man gives himself up to discovering the meaning and purpose of life itself. He seeks to uncover the secrets of nature. This is the man I call a philosopher. — Pythagoras
..I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. — Anaïs Nin
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