You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?

Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.

There is a force within that gives you life. Seek that.

There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.

Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.

O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you

I am sunlight slicing the dark.