“I’m old and the mirrors don’t lie.”

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore.

I’m afraid to live any place but in expectation. I’m no life-risk.

It is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple.

Remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah.

European children starved and watched their parents scheme and die. Here we grew up with toy whips. Early warning against our future leaders, the war babies.

Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.

If you don’t become the ocean, you’ll be seasick every day.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secret to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

Only one thing made him happy and now that it was gone everything made him happy.

We are not mad. We are human. We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

My abandoned narcotics have abandoned me.

I am not the one who loved, it’s love that chooses me.

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.

I’m planning a catastrophe.

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.

First of all, nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again.

Never lie, never cheat, never steal.

Body shaming isn’t cool. Neither is lying.

I was such a fool to fall for all the lies you told me.

One has to be insincere and promise something which you cannot fulfill. So you either have to be a fool who does not understand what you are promising, or deliberately be lying.

It’s sad that when I win people gotta scramble with lies for my success.

Justice will overtake fabricators of lies and false witnesses.

The Universe energy doesn’t lie.

Don’t believe everything you hear: Real eyes, Realize, Real lies.