They Are The Privileged Lovers Who Create

Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said, Or Heard.

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

Today, Let Us Swim Wildly, Joyously In Gratitude.

Sadness To Me Is The Happiest Time, When A Shining City Rises From The Ruins Of My Drunken Mind. Those Times When I'm Silent And Still As The Earth, The Thunder Of My Roar Is Heard Across The Universe.

I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.