Lily white’s petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet.

Love is serious and tolerant. Magnificent and noble.

Beautiful princesses and beautiful, strong queens are brainwashed into thinking ho’s and B****’s are virtuous titles.

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.

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.

I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.