When Love For God Has Been Doubled

If You Look Too Closely At The Form, You Miss The Essence.

If I Can Only Recount The Story Of My Life Right Out Of My Body Flames Will Grow

Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralyzed.

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

In Fact, I Am Aware Of The Fake Entities In My Life. I Know That I Can Clear Them If I Wanted To In A Moment. But All This Hollowness Needs My Sincerity.