How Many People Ask You To Come

I Could Hear The Icy Winds Of Sweden, But He Didn't Seem To Feel The Chill.

We Strive For Beauty And Balance, The Sensual Over The Sentimental.

Depression, Suffering And Anger Are All Part Of Being Human.

How Could Anybody Confuse Truth With Beauty, I Thought As I Looked At Him. Truth Came With Sunken Eyes, Bony Or Scarred, Decayed. Its Teeth Were Bad, Its Hair Gray And Unkempt. While Beauty Was Empty As A Gourd, Vain As A Parakeet. But It Had Power. It Smelled Of Musk And Oranges And Made You Close Your Eyes In A Prayer.

Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My Scars Were My Face, My Past Was My Life.