One of many thoughts
by Sje
Because I am a hedonistic creature of habit with a thin soul I do not do what is best
Only what I like.
I crave bucolic peace. I pace in my concrete cage of senses.
the seeds, the trees
"But once in a while there's a great dynamite-burst of flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall and somebody stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the throat and gently says, 'I will not let you go until you set me, in words, on paper.'" – Richard Bach
