The Thirsty Look For Water, But Water

Whoever Gives Reverence Receives Reverence.

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

Love Opens My Chest, And Thought Returns To Its Confines.

Late, By Myself, In The Boat Of Myself, No Light And No Land Anywhere, Cloudcover Thick. I Try To Stay Just Above The Surface, Yet I'm Already Under And Living Within The Ocean.