The bounds of freedom grow wider yet.

It’s been too long guys but that’s my fault of course…anyway now I’m back, well mostly…, with many answers to questions nobody asked and questions on feelings nobody has. Pretty useful stuff. I’m not going to post a poem today, just wanted to explain something that I felt wasn’t clear.

Why write poems? why twist words? why paint moving pictures with fancy English? The answer I guess is pretty obvious, I like to think of the five senses as five special receptacles given to us to take in the world, both seen and unseen, both verbal and visual, both logical and abstract, but the thing is…

Loneliness (picture)

No one can be more miserable… chai.