Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.
Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.
I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.
If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.