November 14, 2012 Poetry should be written the way adultery is committed: on the run, on the sly, during the time not accounted for. And then you come home, as if nothing ever happened.Heaven Is Not Verbose (via misentropy)Previous Post36 Faces of Facebook Fans :)Next PostNext PostLeave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *CommentName* Email* WebsiteSave my name, email, and site URL in my browser for next time I post a comment. By using this form you agree with the storage and handling of your data by this website. * This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.