A mind in a bottle but an empty vessel.A Poem by andrew mitchell
I am no more
but empty as empty as empty can be - a space of nothing waiting to be consumed by nothing more than what matters to me. And in this vessel of nothingness you will find alone just me - a mind in a bottle cast out to sea no message to read no message to see.... the ink has dried. But all that really matters in this space quintessentially belongs to me.
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Added on November 25, 2019Last Updated on November 25, 2019 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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