Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space

Trees Are Poems The Earth Writes Upon The Sky, We Fell Them Down And Turn Them Into Paper, That We May Record Our Emptiness.

Listen To The Women When She Looks At You, Not When She Talks To You.

Yesterday Is Ever Jealous Of...tomorrow.

Yet You Shall Not Deplore Having Known Blindness, Nor Regret Having Been Deaf. For In That Day You Shall Know The Hidden Purposes In All Things. And You Shall Bless Darkness As You Would Bless Light.

Life Is Not Only Merriment,it Is Desire And Determination.