Where You Live

Render to paste the place where you live
Before your time runs short—
And it does run short with each passing
Day. Apply that paste
Of emollient sorrow
To your face scoured by experience.
Human sickness never quells—
The condition remains—no one
Will come to succor
Before the timer runs
Out.

“Advice? I don’t have any advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you are writing, you’re a writer.”

— Alan Wilson Watts