If You Were The Sky, I Would

Cinnamon Bites And Kisses Simultaneously.

Space Is As Infinite As We Can Imagine, And Expanding This Perspective Is What Adjusts Humankind's Focus On Conquering Our True Enemies, The Formidable Foes: Ignorance And Limitation.

The Primary Dues A Writer Or Any Artist Pays Is To Remain Sentient, And To Forfeit The Illusionary Luxury Of Such Anesthetics As Avoidance, Numbness, And Denials.

Purity Of Heart Is Blooming The Same Colors In The Middle Of The Wilderness When No One Sees You.

We Can Have A World War, I See Absolutely No Reason Why We Shouldn't Have A World Party.