When I awake, it is heaven and hell.
I am cursed – to be on this planet.
I am not complaining, this is observation.
Life of sin, temptation, suffering, and pain.
Passions, victory.
In search of love as sweet of hickory.
We all lack philosophy, including myself, I know little and yet, I know a lot.
My heart and roses rot.
I’ll be just fine when my heart metaphorically and literally rots.
Wisdom [8]
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.
