There are many times on many nights, all I crave for is total silence (music is fine....especially if it is of my choice) and a nice stiff drink. (a peated whiskey or a cutty sark would be perfect).
And then I look at the world around me, and know that's going to be so hard. Almost impossible. Never.
I want to write, I want to dwell and I want to hum. In my silence.
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