I Have Brothers And Was

Cold Sinks In, There To Stay. And People, They'll Leave You, Sure. There's No Return To What Was And No Way Back. There's Just Emptiness All Around, And You In It, Like Singing Up From The Bottom Of A Well, Like Nothing Else, Until You Harm Yourself, Until You Are A Mad Dog Biting Yourself For Sympathy. Because There Is No Relenting.

Numbers, Time, Inches, Feet. All Are Just Ploys For Cutting Nature Down To Size.

I Prefer To Have Some Beliefs That Don't Make Logical Sense.

Be Lovely And Do No Harm.

The Universe Is Transformation.