Intellect In Its Effort To Explain Love

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits, Except In Your Mind.

In Fact, I Am Aware Of The Fake Entities In My Life. I Know That I Can Clear Them If I Wanted To In A Moment. But All This Hollowness Needs My Sincerity.

Oh Soul! You Worry Too Much. Your Arms Are Heavy With Treasures Of All Kinds.

Every Bird Will Follow It's Specie.

I Was A Thorn Rushing To Be With A Rose, Vinegar Blending With Honey… Then I Found Some Dirt To Make An Ointment That Would Honor My Soul… Love Says, “you Are Right, But Don’t Claim These Changes. Remember, I Am Wind. You Are An Ember I Ignite.