Sometimes It Is Necessary To Reteach A

Prose Is Walking; Poetry Is Flying

Never Mind. The Self Is The Least Of It. Let Our Scars Fall In Love.

Is There A Mechanism Of Death, That So Mutilates Existence No One, Gets Over It Not Even The Dead?

Go So Deep Into Yourself, You Speak For Everyone.

I Have Always Intended To Live Forever; But Not Until Now, To Live Now.