All Of Us Are Heaven-sent, And There

Some People Fall In Love And Touch The Sky. Some People Fall In Love And Find Quicksand. I Hover Somewhere In Between, I Swear, I Can't Make Up My Mind.

I Have Always Idolized Eccentric People.

The World Is A Drought When Out Of Love.

I Attribute A Scab To The Present State Of Society. The Way The Scab Looks In Its Worst State Is Gross And Chaotic And Horrible, That's Now, But When It Breaks Away, There's A Brand New Piece Of Skin That's Stronger Than Before. It's Like Creation Out Of Chaos.

On A More Human Level, The Closest Things To Truths That I Have Been Able To Access Are Love, Art, And Play.