writing -- charles bukowski

often it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,
no woman's love,
no wealth
can
match it.
nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing.
the hordes from
closing in.
it blasts the
darkness.
writing is the
ultimate
psychiatrist,
the kindliest
god of all the
gods.
writing stalks
death.
it knows no
quit.
and writing
laughs
at itself,
at pain.
it is the last
expectation,
the last
explanation.
that's
what it
is.

the happiest place in all the world - my bed

aah the simple pleasures of life ..

of lying in bed with aching limbs and a happy heart.

of letting a song do what it does
and give in to sweet reveries

of being in love
with no one
but being in love
still

:)