Sometimes realizations are difficult, scary, painful. (Everyone worth knowing is already dead.)

To sit beneath windows full of blue sky and listen to the murmur of strangers is an infinitely pleasant way for me to spend an afternoon. It is the simplicity of a day which charms me. Quite plainly, all I would like to do is write and wander. I know it is cliche to say I need no possessions to make me smile, however cliches become as such due to their timeless truths. To do nothing but create and be is the greatest life I could hope for. Surely I need to be comfortable, but beyond that I need not own. Too many treasures would weigh me down.