Cinnamon bites and kisses simultaneously.

I'm in love with the whole world.

People at large are becoming more aware that there is much more to reality and to themselves than what meets the eye.

Your kisses are thieves which leave me wanting nothing.

The stars are not the limit.

It's weird how people who are the least close to me or who've never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.

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