The wind presses against my screen,
as if nature’s witholden sigh.
I release a willowy breath of my own,
it is not relief I feel, though.
Just wistful reposal.
"Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it."
- Chris Brogan
I despise society as I alas am a part of it.
