I wear black because I'm comfortable in it. But then in the summertime when it's hot I'm comfortable in light blue.
Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.
And, I mean, I think poetry does need to be met to some extent, especially, I guess, 19th century poetry, and for me, it's just been so worth the effort. It's like I'm planting a garden in my head.

