The lost flavor and power of poetry

I think I stop seeing beautiful things... Very cloudy in my eyes and too noisy pictures. The pictures are stuffed with details and a hundred objects that make it hard to find the right one. Maybe I'm losing my taste from oversaturation and unnaturalness? Everything I started to see seems to be stuffed with flavor enhancers and has the characteristic of some kind of monosodium glutamate.

Now I want to hear more, engaging, since some time, my hypertrophied sense organ. The last answer to the storis touched on an important topic that has been the subject of many books, poems, and words. And yes, perhaps it is poetry that touches me to the heart. I experience every word I write in them. Perhaps you can clearly understand when a poem is written to order, and when it is the author's experience.

Heart pricked with needles, more and more undivided feelings in the poems, but... but is it possible to suffer from love? That sounds like a switch to me... love is too beautiful to cause pain or sadness 🙂 Maybe "you just don't know how to cook it"? Knowing how to love should also be knowing how to love, it seems to me.

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