most people are perfectly afraid of silence
Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.
When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began
And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.
love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark
The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.