When thinking about analyzing the self, what came into my mind is one of the most iconic poetry called Song of Myself by Walt Whitman. This poem is from his collection of amazing poetry from his book Leaves of Grass, a treasure would be just an understatement. Below in it’s entirety for your reading pleasure.
Though I don’t quite remember the last time, there have been quite many such moments at not-so-reasonable places, including while being in the toilet/bathroom. Yep, ideas or stuff strikes at anytime when you’re aren’t expecting. 😛
Although I must say, quite many of these moments are instead lost on the likes of facebook and twitter, instead of posting on my blog(s). Sometimes I feel they kinda of ruin this.
I love winter among all seasons. But too bad I live in a place where it’s virtually non-existent.
There is no such thing called ‘like’ being scared, regardless of by anything, as far as I know… Besides very seldom something of the sort actually does.
So far I haven’t been able to define my real goals yet, so can’t say if any addictions were an interference. While I had/have(?) my share, like to believe nothing harmful.
Time to unplug.
Possibly might know where this is from, whenever I hear music, no matter the mood or my favourites, this does come to my mind.
The Nameless One 