“Poetry arrived
to look for me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or river,
I don’t know how or when,
No there weren’t voices, there weren’t words, or silence. ”

― Pablo Neruda


“Everything is on fire,
but everyone I love is doing beautiful things
and trying to make life worth living,
and I know I don’t have to believe in everything,
but I believe in that.”

– Nikita Gill





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