The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world.
I am sunlight slicing the dark.
Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.
Your mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe. When you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear.
He alone has the right to break, for He alone has the power to mend.
I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.