I think you guys deserve a poem. Why? Because I haven't written a short story yet! Yay, procrastination! I haven't come up with the best name for this poem, so if you think of a better one, comment it!
Unreality
Armchair philosophers
Talk of our love.
Pondering, they ask,
"Can it be real?"
Smoking their cigars,
They think
Alone.
What care we
For their philosophy
When our lips meet?
Your body-
My philosophy.
And there you have it. Another literary masterpiece! I promise that I'll work on a short story this week, simply because I really want to write one. Until next time (whenever that will be.)
A man who is eating or lying with his wife or preparing to go to sleep in humility, thankfulness and temperance, is, by Christian standards, is in an infinitely higher state than one who is listening to Bach or reading Plato in a state of pride. - C.S. Lewis
