Each person is a module, a separate part of the whole, to see the picture in its completion, each segment like puzzles must converge and form as a complete unit, individuality is a disease.

Oh sadness, your crowns are overarching, will a beam of light ever penetrate those dark leaves, from where does this pain stem, rooted my heart deep, my branches are heavy, my head is down and my stalks weak, my efforts seem to bear no fruit, will I ever reach the canopy.

My own people say that all of my sadness I’ve feigned, but what you feel inside often is very hard to explain, and now I’ve become accustomed to the dark clouds, the pellets of frozen rain, the dryness of the cold winds that has burned my face, do I ever want the storm to abate.

In a sense we are all larvas and this world our cocoon, our chrysalis. Sometimes what you’re going through requires isolation, a process that comes with a lot of pain.
The cells in your body will be working towards change, towards rebuilding themselves.
So whether it be mental, emotional, spiritual, or even physical, remember that it is a process of cultivation, a process of development and reshaping of the self. And so in this moment you’re enveloped by darkness, but it is in this darkness that you shall find the light, and it is here that you shall develop your wings and consciously break though and transform into your higher self, the butterfly.

The soul was created by the ego, because even after death, it can not accept not existing anymore.
If you ask me, not even the flesh itself should make you substantial, not even if you cast a shadow.

Imagine life as a movie, the sun as the flash of a camera, earth as a scene on which you perform, and the stars like eyes gazing in wonder, do your best, and expose the beauty of your artistry, the whole universe is watching.

We could imagine life and death as day and night, being awake annd going to sleep. Throughout our active lives we go through a lot mentally, physically and emotionally, so it is only right that we must close our eyes when the night comes, it is only right that we must die, in life only death could ever give us true rest.