The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.
Lily white’s petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet.
I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.
Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.
Love is serious and tolerant. Magnificent and noble.
I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.