In this mob of I's inside, which one is me? Hear me out. I know I'm wandering, but don't start putting a lid on this racket. No telling what I'll do then. Every moment I'm thrown by your story. One moment it's happy, and I'm singing. One moment it's sad, and I'm weeping. It turns bitter, and I pull away. But then you spill a little grace, and just like that, I'm all light. It's not so bad, this arrangement, actually.

Deep in our Hearts, the Light of Heaven is shining.

What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.

Be motivated like the falcon, hunt gloriously. Be magnificent as the leopard, fight to win. Spend less time with nightingales and peacocks. One is all talk, the other only color.

He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover