My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.
Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.
“He felt that taking naps was much more beneficial than confronting catastrophes.”
― Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow
I would rather read a mediocre book than waste time sitting around with people making small talk.
“Life hurls us like a stone, and we sail through the air saying, “look at me move.”
Susan Wheeler Art