Patience Is Being Friends With Time.

How Do We Define Consciousness, Or What Has Been Called The Human Soul Or The Spirit, If It Can't Be Quantified As Matter Or A Particle?.. It Can Be Quantified Or Observed Just By A Process Of Elimination.

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

Anger Is A Wound Gone Mad.

Your Mouth On Mine Our Bridge To Cross And Serve Where We Would Go. Utopia Of Sensations The Flesh Could Never Know.

We Call Interconnected Order Beautiful. When Interrupted, We Call It Chaos.