There is not a single thing
in the constellation of reliefs
as riveting as trimming outrages
into soothing and tempering
narrations.

© living in verses

(I used to be angry at myself and everything around me quite often. Everything changed, when I resumed my writing in a more constant way. Whenever I feel the rage pulsating through my skin and trying to kill my positive vibe, I put it down in verses and store it atop the farthest shelf of my mind. This way, I can get back to smiling and being my crazy self. Poetry kinda saved me and I will never be able to thank it enough.)