Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.
Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.
What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
All people are enslaved by something.