Always First Draw Fresh Breath After Outbursts

There Will Be No Proof That I Ever Was A Writer.

Celibacy And Suicide Are A Similar Levels Of Understanding, Suicide And A Martyr's Death Not So By Any Means, Perhaps Marriage And A Martyr's Death.

The Truth Is Always An Abyss.

In A Way, You Are Poetry Material; You Are Full Of Cloudy Subtleties I Am Willing To Spend A Lifetime Figuring Out. Words Burst In Your Essence And You Carry Their Dust In The Pores Of Your Ethereal Individuality.

You Need Not Even Listen, Just Wait...the World Will Offer Itself Freely To You, Unmasking Itself.