Laughter Is The Language Of The Soul.

If Each Day Falls Inside Each Night, There Exists A Well Where Clarity Is Imprisoned. We Need To Sit On The Rim Of The Well Of Darkness And Fish For Fallen Light With Patience.

Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands. Give Us This Day Our Daily Fish.

Bitter Love, A Violet With It's Crown Of Thorns In A Thicet Of Spiky Passions, Spear Of Sorrow, Corolla Of Rage: How Did You Come To Conquer My Soul? What Brought You?

You Can Crush The Flowers, But You Can't Stop The Spring.

In Love, You Have Loosened Yourself Like Seawater