Is It A Form Of Social Play

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

Your Kisses Are Thieves Which Leave Me Wanting Nothing.

Ideals Do Exist, The Rest Is Just Temporary Interruption.

Life Is A Canvas Of Many Strokes Where Shades From Different Palettes Meet Into A Picture So Concrete That Some Forget It Is Their Own, So Become Framed Themselves.

People Who Worship Only Themselves Get A Slick, Polished Look - Like Monuments. Too Bad They Had To Go So Soon.