Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.
The Song of AchillesI know, darling. Your body speaks to me in ways your mouth would never agree to confessing.
Simply CrimsonI was speaking without thinking about it first, not hesitating, just saying what I felt first.
Since You've Been GoneI cannot speak truth without poetry, because truth is beauty.
Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best LifeIf stars could speak, they would probably say only one thing today:
The Nothing Spirit: Nothing is EverythingNot every person that speaks less than you do is more ignorant than you are.
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