Each to their own reality
The journey not the arrival matters.
I don't know my limits.
I'm Thalia on my own.
If you will it, it is no dream.
Silence is the wellspring of the soul.
The end is where we begin..
I know what ails you.
If you fear it you believe in it
Oh! blame not the bard.
I'm kind of domestic, untidily so.
The public is a bad guesser.
My goal is to feel healthy.
I burn with no causes.
We will all rise from the grave.
Love is a heart smile.
... the nearness of the wound to the gift,
If the apocalypse comes...beep me!
This communist talk is so confusing
My business is to forgive others.
Elvis is the soul of discretion.
