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.
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.
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.