Sometimes one thing can contain everything... Maybe this will explain what i mean:
Look outside a window, & you'll see a street. If I'd stick a piece of paper over the window, then with a penknife i cut a small square in the paper, what would you see through that hole? Ofcourse you'd still see the same street. Just as each of these holes contain within it the whole view of the same street, those poems reflect me.
- I'd love it if you commented on my work, it would mean alot to me. I like opinions, even if it was critical.
I'm not much of a great poet. But I still hope you like what i write =]