It Began As A Mistake.

If I Never See You Again I Will Always Carry You Inside Outside On My Fingertips And At Brain Edges And In Centers Centers Of What I Am Of What Remains.

I'm Too Careless. I Don't Put Out Enough Effort. I'm Tired.

‎"she’ Mad But She’ Magic. There’ No Lie In Her Fire.

I Thought You Were Sane," I Said, "but You're Just As Crazy As The Rest Of Them.

Those Who Preach God, Need God Those Who Preach Peace Do Not Have Peace Those Who Preach Love Do Not Have Love