I would give you my Eye, so we could see the Same, if only once.
Once was I a good Man, can we pretend that we Could begin again?
Tittering bird, my Love rises anew with you, My dewy blossom.
Root: My root is connected to safety, to the feeling of well being. I feel my power rise when I seal it, and increase my
This is what you say to me, as I leave for work. In those five syllables, I hear it all. I hear the mockery, the
Today will be better, I say to myself. Today I’ll listen.