athenaphrodite

there is so much to life and I'm in constant fear that I'll never be able to experience it all.

I'm just out in the clearing searching for my will to surrender to life.

To the pessimistic, being percieved as intelligent means maximum appreciation of the rotten belly of the world.

You open your eyes one morning, and the glowing sunshine forever holds you in its warm embrace.

Slowly, eventually, you make eye contact with your self in the crowd, and she starts running back to you.

The deeper healing settles in my spirit, the faster I feel my feverish rage leaching through my fingers, and I remain quite unsure as to whether to welcome this inescapable byproduct.

With the tanginess of a cabernet

Are my perceptions inside, or outside of me?

Revolting are all attempts to appeal to an inferior intelligence.