Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know

Do You Know That Hope Sometimes Consists Only Of A Question Without An Answer?

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.

The World's Continual Breathing Is What We Hear And Call Silence.

How Was She To Tie Herself To A Man Without Permitting Him To Imprison Her? And Was There Some Means Of Acquiring Things Without Those Things Possessing Her?

Love Is Now, Is Always. All That Is Missing Is The Coup De Grâce- Which Is Called Passion.