The sore of aloneness intensified,
melting en masse...

Nothing definite is definitely definite—
things are only relatively so...

Safeguard your beauty,
not in the mask you wear...

The twins of emulation
improvise their slithering stalk...

We speak in wavelengths
only time can translate...

Only fresh air is beloved.
She loves...

Wood searches for light—
whether in the sky...

A bloom
is a testament to fire...

A taint of red rose
illuminates...

They were stone
before they found divinity within...

If you can no longer love,
you are undoubtedly dead...

Accepting you own
means recognition of the...