Moonn

“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” – Marcus Aurelius

He wasn't bitter that she had moved on but from the radish.

For oil spots on the floor, nothing beats parking a motorbike in the lounge.

The dead trees waited to be ignited by the smallest spark and seek their revenge.

This made him feel like an old-style rootbeer float smells.