Tried to think what’s over me, it makes me crawl – 16th April 2003

So many things happen in a day. Little tiny things. I sat down to write a poem. I wanted to write about something that happened during the day – so I started thinking. So many things. What do they all mean? In the end, I wrote nothing! Overwhelmed by quantity or underwhelmed by quality!! Haha!

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