My Body Is The Fruit Of Spirits'

Why Have A Cake If I Can't Eat It?

We Call Interconnected Order Beautiful. When Interrupted, We Call It Chaos.

The Height Of Mediocrity Is Still Low.

To The Degree It Is Efficient, A Spaceship Is Elegant And Beautiful.

If You Were The Sky, I Would Unfurl Myself In You, As A Rainbow Of Colors Yet Unseen. I Would Become Oceans Of Stars In Your Night.