I read much of the night, and go south in the winter.

What's madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance? -Theodore Roethke.

I am quite honestly going insane right now. I've never tested this before, but I guess that's what three days straight of poetry will do to you. No wonder so many legit poets have committed suicide.

Anyway, autumn is pretty. If only I could go outside to see it a little more, I might not be so restless.