“And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries.”
And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries.
I am an island.
You know what? This still resonates deeply with my yet alive and kicking inner teenager. 1
I have my books, and my poetry to protect me.
"You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering." 1
I touch no one and no one touches me.