Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
Self-portrait

forgetlings:

Not so lively,
on occasion dark, lost,
true spoken always, eyes smile-folded,
heart warmed by sunrises,
quiet, tender through cold nights
spent chasing visions like tiny dragonflies
circling a field, early morning,
sparkling in the mist.



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