At The End Of My

Love Will Lay A Carpet Of Treasures Under Your Feet.

Such A Strong Thing Love, Changes Everything.

Although You See The Pit, You Cannot Avoid It.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

You Already Have The Precious Mixture That Will Make You Well. Use It.