Purity Of Heart Is Blooming The Same

Truth May Sometimes Hurt, But Delusion Harms.

Is It A Form Of Social Play That Underneath The Words People Say, There Is A Different Conversation Going On?

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.

I Am Sacred When You Love Me. I Am Your Sanctuary, You Are Mine.

Our Lives Are Fictions, A Work We Leave Behind, Signed.