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

We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.

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.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

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