These pleasures of the world are not for me.
These deranged creatures of money, sex, and pleasures may have their way about my dwelling place; they may crumble into one another, dust to ashes, ashes to dust, billowing into oblivion as their cloying existence meets a clever end.
I am content with these simple things; these audible strings of silver on a cold evening, the smell of cherished cloves, and the comfort of a good novel that smells of its own age.
I am content to watch these creatures bend and twist after the love they will never grasp, I am content to avert my eyes as each inevitably falls to their own will, their own shameless and remorseless ends.
I will drink my tea, sit within my eternity, and hear not their soft cries.
I will read of perfect worlds.
I will dream of wholeness.
I was feeling really indifferent and elitist.
ReplyDeleteI can tell. ;) Still, I liked it. It made me want to curl up with a book somewhere. And, you know, since I'm in the middle of reading Proverbs in my devotions, there's a sort of similarity. XD Kudos.
ReplyDeleteOh my....this is me on my less charitable days at school.
ReplyDeleteI like it a lot. Very vengeful and grim and....British. :3
I like this alot. I can relate to it alot, especially the times I feel unsocial and just want my tea and books.
ReplyDeleteYou really do have a way with words, even if you don't want to admit it to yourself.