The balm of my soul of late has been to record my thoughts, literally, instead of writing them down. It leaves little room for trying to decide which approach works better and allows for more honesty to pour in. What little peace this affords me I hunger for madly, for morsels are as feasts to me.
I am a beggar, in more ways than one. I am also one who seeks vengeance.
Non inultus premor.