My Beloved Grows Right Out Of My

Lovers Are Patient And Know That The Moon Needs Time To Become Full.

No One Looks Back And Regrets Leaving This World. What's Regretted Is How Real We Thought It Was.

When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame, Abandoned By A Fantasy. …people Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

The Day You Were Born, A Ladder Was Set Up To Help You Escape This World.

He Who Tastes Not, Knows Not.