Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.
Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.
All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.
Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade
Garner knowledge, by any means possible
I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.