Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Toote | Broken

My Dreams, why do you break? O Tears, why do you fall?

Dreams. Reality. What really makes them so very different? As long as a dream is not disturbed, all objects within it appears to be real. And yet, what is real and what is unreal?

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Poetry is often scented with pain. More often than not, the poet finds release in letting tears fall through words.

“You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul”

Life is never easy for those who dream, but life would be harder for those who do not.