Love Cannot Be Described. It Must Be

This Mirror Inside Me Shows. I Can’t Say What, But I Can’t Not Know. I Run From Body. I Run From Spirit. I Do Not Belong Anywhere.

There Is No Worse Torture Than Knowing Intellectually About Love And The Way.

Don't Be Satisfied With Stories, How Things Have Gone With Others. Unfold Your Own Myth.

The Rose's Rarest Essence Lives In The Thorns.

Anyone Who Genuinely And Consistently With Both Hands Look For Something, Will Find It.