• Looking back on the time that was spent in agony, when I felt as if I needed love to abet me in all doing. Slightly feeling residual pain left by the abandonment, I find myself withdrawing from fragmented memories of former glory and an infatuation with ignorance. Letting the impulse to edify my past drift away like dust in the wind.
    As I walk a familiar path of prosperity and benevolence, I begin to wonder when the peaceful path of countless awe-inspiring mornings of bliss and evenings of absolute passion will be ravaged by ulterior motives and false prophecies. Again, I am torn away by the fear of bewilderment, and forced back into the unbelievable beauty and purity of the place I've so cleverly hidden my heart. And when my being of compassion and beauty stumbles upon my pastures of unconditional love, our hearts will illuminate the coming night.