Mirrors are falling crashing burning

I am yearning in the burning

Nothing rises in the distance but a cloud

Rising from the earth

Its voice almost heard

Saying something as if to say

hello

hello

I try to make it into something

To give it something if I could

Wrapping my heart into it

Stitching love into a beating frame of nothing

I call out your name

I reach into the distance 

There must be something.

A ram awaits the door

It snorts.

The visual world is more powerful than we can grasp with our intellect.

The past is swirling unless we put it down with a finger.

A real smile is not retarded, but brilliant.

Love is everywhere.

Sloth scares me more than adventure does.

I see great things happening in the near future.

People should love the truth, but sometimes it seems to burden people.

I love the miracle of creation.

When doing the right thing I feel more cool than a hipster.