You know that time when waking at dawn is like waking in a jungle. Sometimes into a new week – like a babe marooned in no man land, with the load of thoughts shawled behind & before him, & death numbering his steps per time – steady scorn of “what will you eat?” “Where will you go?” “Who in this world would beam a ray of smile today?” This is…
"LIVING TO BE A DAILY HEADLINE"