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These poems have happened like they did not know how not to. Like, let’s say, life. There might not be a specific theme that holds them all together in an embrace, but what underlines them are a relentless pursuit of beauty in the natural world, and a deep love for all things abstract and inexplicable somethings that happen within a human being. And everything in between, for what would we do without all that waves that rise and ebb and rumble? These little wonderful things called words, which hold a leaf, a colour a river, a human’s angst or a delight, a leopard, the ocean-churning or the entire world... these words have been birthed by a sense of being halfway, for a good while now. As if the blurriness of the in-between is where I feel most alive at this point in my liberatingly insignificant little life.
