... In The End, Goddess Is Just

Stopping Is A Spiritual Art. It Is The Refuge Where We Drink Life In.

You Can Tell Which Girls Lack Mothers By The Look Of Their Hair.

I Could Even Feel How Perishable All My Moments Really Were, How All My Life They Had Come To Me Begging To Be Lived, To Be Cherished Even.

I Felt A Trembling Along My Skin, A Treaveling Current That Moved Up My Spine, Down My Arms, Pulsing Out From My Fingertips. I Was Practically Radiating. The Body Knows Things A Long Time Before The Mind Catches Up To Them. I Was Wondering What My Body Knew That I Didn't.

Nobody Should Go Through Life Without Falling In Love.