That's the poison, the little death (that brings total obliteration), the killer-of-self talking. That's your particular poison. We all have our own poison in our veins, seeping through, killing the inner genius, the uniqueness. We create that poison. The serum is recognizing that and purging it. Getting angry at it.harryupbabble wrote:Some people make music and some people are poets. I am only totally guessing, but rare seems to be the person that is excellent musician/composer and at the same time also excellent poet.
Original poster has his own poison.
I have my own too.