I'm All Soils West When The Earth

Passion Has Little To Do With Euphoria And Everything To Do With Patience. It Is Not About Feeling Good. It Is About Endurance. Like Patience, Passion Comes From The Same Latin Root: Pati. It Does Not Mean To Flow With Exuberance. It Means To Suffer.

Here Then At Long Last Is My Darkness. No Cry Of Light, No Glimmer, Not Even The Faintest Shard Of Hope To Break Free Across The Hold.

Love Of Love Written By The Broken Hearted, Love Of Life Written By The Dead.

Why Did God Create A Dual Universe? So He Might Say ‘be Not Like Me. I Am Alone.' And It Might Be Heard.

I Took My Morning Walk, I Took My Evening Walk, I Ate Something, I Thought About Something, I Wrote, I Napped And Dreamt Something Too, And With All That Something, I Still Have Nothing Because So Much Of Sum’thing Has Always Been And Always Will Be You.