Be warm.

A Poem by sherni

We are either our own demise or the holder of our birthright. From experience, we can evolve, revolve, change, or stay stone. What we do with what we see, feel, hear, taste, say, and sense is our own doing. Our perception is or becomes our reality. Be warm but at the right time, in the right season, and when it makes sense. Be trusting or don't trust at all. It's all relative. But don't choose to hear only your own breath your whole life. You may have a throne but it's cold as hell. Be warm.