Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.
In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy
Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one
There is no worse torture than knowing intellectually about love and the way.