I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.

And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now.

I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.

A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.