It's My Motto For Life. 'walk Slowly;

Say It Before You Run Out Of Time. Say It Before It's Too Late. Say What You're Feeling. Waiting Is A Mistake.

The Heavy Smell Of Flower Petals Stroked The Walls Of My Lungs.

At My Core, There Is Nothing. Neither Is It Parched Wastelands. At My Core, There Is Love. I'll Go On Loving That Ten-year-old Boy Named Tengo Forever --- His Strength, His Intelligence, His Kindness. He Does Not Exist Here, With Me, But Flesh That Does Not Exist Will Never Die, And Promises Unmade Are Never Broken.

Judging The Mistakes Of Strangers Is An Easy Thing To Do - And It Feels Pretty Good.

It's Like Tolstoy Said. Happiness Is An Allegory, Unhappiness A Story.