I am looking for the place
A mixture of light and dark
I wonder if it is where the rain starts
Which shall cleanse the scars
And the stains in my heart
I'm looking for the place to start...
-------Naimul Haider
All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
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