They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
I come to YOU without ME, come to ME without YOU.
Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.
I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.