We Are The Ancestors Of Those Gardening

If You Were The Sky, I Would Unfurl Myself In You, As A Rainbow Of Colors Yet Unseen. I Would Become Oceans Of Stars In Your Night.

Cinnamon Bites And Kisses Simultaneously.

The Greatest Justice In Life Is To Be Who One Is.

It's Weird How People Who Are The Least Close To Me Or Who've Never Even Met Me Purport To Be Experts On The Real Me; And Then, Sadly, There Are Those Who Could Be In Touch With Me But Prefer To Gossip With Strangers About Me Instead.

Life Is A Canvas Of Many Strokes Where Shades From Different Palettes Meet Into A Picture So Concrete That Some Forget It Is Their Own, So Become Framed Themselves.