Truth may sometimes hurt but delusion harms.
Pay me for my work but I don't do it for the money.
Nature abhors a vacuum but why do most people hasten to fill in the blanks with garbage?
Joy and Sorrow have as source the very soul who planned their course.
If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.
Your kisses are thieves which leave me wanting nothing.
I wanted you to know me.
Truth is too big a price to pay for the luxury of avoiding pain now and then.
Life is my lover.
I gave my smile its liberty, with no curfew nor bounds.
You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.
Pure at heart: to be like a flower that blooms as gloriously, brilliantly in a secluded wild wood, not seen and praised.
I am in prayer. I am one hand, this Universe the other.
Flaws like roadmaos I see. They are detours to you that I don't take.
I wished to dub as Masters: Love, Truth, Serenity. They'd feed and house and teach me with total sovereignty.