She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...

The true love is when
one love something for itself...

Worshipping in everywhere in a rose leaf
or in a celebration of the day in a drop of water...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

Running into it,
as running away from it...

Here, is everywhere.
But out there, here is out there...

Rather than guarding
his own life, unleashes the...

If you want to be her lover
you must worshiper the truth...

Little lamb munching
on the sunset lawn before...

Throat of an Hourglass
Such inverse efficacy...

Why ever should a just man suffocate
in the ocean of such unjust...