Love Rushed Into My Veins Emptying Me

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

A Lover Is Always Accused Of Something. But When He Finds His Love, Whatever Was Lost In The Looking Comes Back Completely Changed.

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.

For Years, Copying Other People, I Tried To Know Myself. From Within, I Couldn't Decide What To Do. Unable To See, I Heard My Name Being Called. Then I Walked Outside.