Drink some music, paint some wine on a shattered canvas, let the vibrant colours drown your poetry till the paintbrush draws a structure for your unsettled words churning inside your guts like a boiling cauldron. Well, did I sound schizophrenic? No fellas, I’m just a mathematically adept, poetically asshole INFJ man. Have a good day. Cheers.
“The strength of words lies In their verbose use. The magic of words, however, lies in wielding them with simplicity.”