(and every room with a view).
It should be structurally sound to ever stand up to you.
As quick as brick can be laid
I'm building walls to provide
some kind of shelter to save
every good point I find.
Oh, but wind will blow, and weeds will grow inside your mind.
Foundation's cracked when you forget the facts every time.
If stories come to me in the dark solitude of three am, so be it. I'm sick of trying to force myself to go to bed at a decent hour and wake up while it's still technically morning. I'll do so for work, but otherwise, I'm going to do whatever it takes to be creative. If I don't fit into "real life" standards, eff it. I'm here to be a writer, not to wake up in time to catch breakfast at McDonald's.