Friends Are Enemies Sometimes, And Enemies Friends.

Oh Sky, Without Me, Do Not Change, Oh Moon, Without Me, Do Not Shine; Oh Earth, Without Me, Do Not Grow, Oh Time, Without Me, Do Not Go. ...oh, You Cannot Go, Without Me.

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

No One In The Entire World Is As Precious As You Are.

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

A Soul Which Is Not Clothed With The Inner Garment Of Love Should Be Ashamed Of Its Existence.