Oh God What would Do Without My hands,

Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.

You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context

A crooked faith with the deepest w… Immortality of conception about li… Weakest pace, slowest race. Illegible notes with an unclear ma… Although its more revelation, appr…

You don’t have to be in distress t… Just like you don’t have to breath… You don’t have to be tall to leap You certainly don’t have to be sho… You don’t have to be loud to sing

Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts

Words cannot say How long i would love to live Words be dear not to say How much i would rather live to fi… Words better not say

A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,

The truth in the midst of lies, th… Threat and stab; heart could never… The poor lies of filled wealth whi… In albatross of the world at will. And to slip and bleed from a restf…

Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,