What Is Happening On Your Innermost Self

Someday You Will Name Me, Then Gently Place Those Burning Holy Roses In My Hair.

Trees Do Not Force Their Sap, Nor Does The Flower Push Its Bloom.

So We Are Grasped By What We Cannot Grasp.

I Am Learning To See. I Don't Know Why It Is, But Everything Enters Me More Deeply And Doesn't Stop Where It Once Used To. I Have An Interior That I Never Knew Of... What's The Use Of Telling Someone That I Am Changing? If I'm Changing, I Am No Longer Who I Was; And If I Am Something Else, It's Obvious That I Have No Acquaintances. And I Can't Possibly Write To Strangers.

Wishes Are Recollections Coming From The Future.