tintaglia

This is a good evening.

Its cold outise and I love it. The sky is bright clear and you can see the stars and the moon. One thing I like most about winternights is their clarity. It makes me feel pure.

I'm writing something on desire as a paradoxal instinct in a world where men tries to achieve stillness.
Who knows when it'll be finished though.

If you'll excuse me...I'll be tending after my sword now.