It’s a good morning with mists descending
A light rain forms teardrops on the greenest leaves
A darkened dampness permeates the heart and mind
But we’re safe inside, taking it all in
It’s a lazy day of literature and brandies
Hours spent staring at crackling fires
A comforting smell of libraried shelves
Over shadows the comings and goings of the day
Always stick to what makes you weird, odd, strange, different. That’s your source of power.
Robert Greene
1994ever 