Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same.

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.

When The World Pushes You To Your Knees, You're In The Perfect Position To Pray.

Why Struggle To Open A Door Between Us When The Whole Wall Is An Illusion?

Late, By Myself, In The Boat Of Myself, No Light And No Land Anywhere, Cloudcover Thick. I Try To Stay Just Above The Surface, Yet I'm Already Under And Living Within The Ocean.