What I love

The world as it was when I were but a child. The feeling of a light rain on my lips. Reading. The sound my toaster maes when it finishes. Quiet. I live this life a solitary man. I greet every day as if it were my last. For one day, it will be. We never know when that day is, so I choose to take each in completely and with reason. I cannot allow myself to plan or schedule. That has lead to nothing but ruin in my past. I refuse to continue in that negative cycle. The things listed here are a small bit of many things I hold dear. Things. In short, that is what I love. No person. No place. No activity. Just…things.