Funny how years ago, for my innocent eyes and my unconscious mind, stars are just pinpricks of light decorating the night sky.
I cannot sleep. I'm thinking of writing a poem but I don't know how to write a decent one. A friend told me a few hours ago to be mindful of enjambments and breathe. That I need to know the science of metaphors that I will use. And that just because they are good to… Continue reading Metaphors and the Midnight Sky