We all have a list of things we feel is important, but somehow we could never express them as powerfully as we’d like to. What do you do when you suddenly find out that someone had already spoken (and damn well too) of almost everything on your list?
Sylvia Plath.
I can’t get enough of her. I’ve shared her words before, and I’ll do it again.
This is how we are, aren’t we? Think for a minute, what do you desire the most, and what does it do to you?
Apart from rum, of course.
The Chaos Within 