The Illusion Is We Are

How Can I Follow My Heart When It's Waiting Around For The Rest Of Me To Make The Decision?

Cinnamon Bites And Kisses Simultaneously.

Hate: Return To Sender; Address Unknown.

Words Are Contact With Other Beings. I See A Word That Says Something I've Noticed, Seen, Felt, Obserevd, And I Capture It; "i Need That Word!"

Pure At Heart: To Be Like A Flower That Blooms As Gloriously, Brilliantly In A Secluded Wild Wood, Not Seen And Praised.