Without a journey there is no beginning.
Without a hope there is no journey.
Without a love there is no hope.
Without another there is no love.
Without the self there is no other.
Without an eye there is no self.
Without light there is no eye.
Without darkness there is no light.
Without a beginning there is no darkness.
sumersaults
Where did I read of a journey as poignant as pain?
death may be the ultimate bliss, but bliss has been
utter desolation�
An artist�s works are his terms of being
I confuse morals and passions
Advent II: A Beginning