I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.
I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover
Love is our steady guide on this road full of hardships.
There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?
What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.