The Heart Lies To Itself

Our Heart Wanders Lost In The Dark Woods. Our Dream Wrestles In The Castle Of Doubt. But There’s Music In Us. Hope Is Pushed Down But The Angel Flies Up Again Taking Us With Her.

The Heart Lies To Itself Because It Must.

Everyone Forgets Icarus Also Flew.

How Astonishing It Is That Language Can Almost Mean, And Frightening That It Does Not Quite.

We Are All Burning In Time, But Each Is Consumed At His Own Speed.