Courage and fear roam freely, tending to their own flocks; wandering without humilityΒ Β or remorse
Love that has not been planted, becomes a forest
Love that sleeps walks in the night; unafraid of shadows or bright lights
You met him before you knew better; but there is nothing you cannot imagine
He is perfect because your desires are perfect
If you cannot meet your own kind in the very place you invented, then you will never know him when he knocks upon your door
There is no closeness that you can endure, unless you have dreamed in a yearning state; when flowers suddenly appear above a fence, what was a life alone becomes a life together; but who would know these things, except someone from far away?