It Is For God To Fix The

My Religion Makes No Sense And Does Not Help Me Therefore I Pursue It.

Life Pulls Softly Inside Your Bindings. The Pod Glows - Dear Stench.

Give Me A World, You Have Taken The World I Was.

It Takes Practice To Shave The Skin Off The Light.

Beauty Spins And The Mind Moves. To Catch Beauty Would Be To Understand How That Impertinent Stability In Vertigo Is Possible. But No, Delight Need Not Reach So Far. To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.