The problem with being a well rounded individual is
there are less corners, less lines...
and it’s sort of a question of what came first:
the fruit or the color?
How the wind does ravage the mountains
to stones and boulders!
I have wondered
often
about those things...
nature versus nurture,
and who or what there is to blame
for human behavior.....
both the crux and salvation of experience is experience itself...
The journey is the lesson is the reward.
There is no way but through.
“I’m strong enough already.”
The seed
is the tree
is the fruit.

black, bitter coffee,
baggy eyes, tired being,
sorry existence.

You held me
And all my fears
Disappeared.
I'm safe.

There's so much that I have to do
They say **** it up and push on through

Every day is just meaningless
All these pills they just tire me

But I’ll break these chains

Ooh, I won't tolerate

All these nights
I can't fall asleep

Give me back my personality

So set me free
Ooh, set me free

No more running
No more running from me

I’ll keep fighting
I’ll keep fighting
I’ll keep fighting until I’m finally free

Death lay beside my corpse;
And with a tear in his eye
He kissed my cold crown—
Never have I felt so alive!

I live through your breath;
Death is my only carriage;
Heavens and hells, we travel
and dare seek the freedom of sin.