Danny James

Tag: lone

144: Almost there

Then there are those days, your follies overcome; when a town and its inhabits no advantage support over quietude, yet the echo reaches you in your lonely glade and draws thee out to investigate the mysteries of societal mirth. You might have cared if for yourself you cared less, pressed ever in mortal urgency, enjoying only so much as brings – for we come half out of our hovels, to withdraw every time unsatisfied.

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Every Artist is a lone, celestial emissary of change.