Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
My bits of time play with eternity.
No one is a light unto himself, not even the sun.
Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!