I consider myself more exportant than important.
The only sins are violations of Love.
Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.
Fear plants the whisper to beware but doesn't look to see who's there.
Our lives are fictions, a work we leave behind, signed.
Language achieves soul only when it's applied as a tool, used by those who imbue it with what they have had the courage and honesty to perceive and feel.