I Used To Read The Myths Of

Every Tree, Every Growing Thing As It Grows, Says This Truth, You Harvest What You Sow.

Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape.

Lovely Days Don’t Come To You, You Should Walk To Them.

Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots, The String Is Still But One.

If You Desire Healing, Let Yourself Fall Ill Let Yourself Fall Ill.