I want you to be my black vulture:forever monogamous!

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars.

The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death.

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting.

Strong anger can only make you weaker than you already are.

Old soul cries through the tears of a newborn.