Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.
All people are enslaved by something.
Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.
Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.
You are not what you are; You are darkness Looking for light within.