so true

The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea. My Dad swore by Epsom salts and simply going to the beach!

The Blooming of Madness poem #139 written by Christopher... (Remington Typewriter Poetry.)

The Blooming of Madness poem by Christopher Poindexter. We build castles with our fears and sleep inside them like kings and queens.

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ya can never be too young or too old to dream another good dream and. "sometimes, the greatest dreams are the ones your heart fears.