A Fish Has No Concept Of Water.

After All The Fears, The Warnings, After All, A Woman's Mistakes Are Different From A Girl's. They Are Written By Fire On Stone. They Are A Trait And Not An Error.

She’s Never Where She Is,' I Said. 'she’s Only Inside Her Head.

Death Like A Lover, Caressing Him, Promising Him Peace, Running Its Fingers Through His Hair, Its Tongue In His Ear. She Put Her Own Two Fingers In Her Mouth. Im So Sorry. And Pulled The Trigger

Inside Every Human Being, There Is Unlimited Time And Space.

For She Is My Love, And Other Women Are But Big Bodies Of Flame.