Pure at heart: to be like a flower that blooms as gloriously, brilliantly in a secluded wild wood, not seen and praised.

I consider myself more exportant than important.

Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true

Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.

Essentially 'Flight' is just an adventure of multiple realities.

Ideals do exist, the rest is just temporary interruption.

Apart from Love, which is not a human emotion, of all the rest my last words would best read: It's all for the experience.