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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: What are we?

    What are we but lonesome creatures prowling in the Night. Under the stars, under the sky, under the cold moonlight. The beauty, the sorrow, the laughter and fears, We'll be ...

    Dec 15, 2006


Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
— Enid Bagnold