Everyone's opinions about things change over time. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And to hold onto some dogged idea forever is a little rigid and maybe naive.
Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.
I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to.