23:16 already. Hectic day behind me. The work on booklets, publicity material etc continues at a frantic pace. Work also goes by at a lightning streak. And all through all, I am left wondering whether the more one knows the less one knows – if you know what I mean.
If only I could write as originally as Frank O’Hara or Charles Bukowski. But then this is the eye of the observer. The challenge is to just find the voice within and let it spring forth. Words, words – heaps of them.
Some day come rain come shine
Come anytime
Watching for the heartbeat missed
And the order of the list
Time for sleep, and more sense and recompense tomorrow!