The Lamp Shade Tradgedy

The dream has not changed in the years gone by. The longing for a sitty shack or a lonley bungalow in a place not only shared in memories. A place with skies like the sea after a storm has not been lossed to the gallows of time. The dim lighting of the fireplace hue mixed with the glow of parchment against the eyes of a quiet intellect. There the neighbors are not neighbors, but brethren whose company is welcomed while sipping the Grey. There exists no smiley glad-hands or objective seekers. The conversations that are had are more than simple chit chat, more promising and rejoiced than anything else that would make us penatant of the moment. The walls are filed with knowledge and experiences from those of the past. Nourishment of the four is abundant in only necessary quantities. The passage of time is seen through the vicariousness of the weather, and so much is experienced beside it.

I wish to venture to this place and eternalize myself with the essence of it's assention. And I will be joined by the populous of the mind.