My solitude has wings and abounds with poetry.

When everything gets awfully perfect I let my demons loose. Neither of us can't bear the thought of conforming with so little.

Not all of us are inspired by the same things, nor do we have the same level of expression.

The most pretty little things have lethal thorns.

Oh, childishly sullen arrogance, what have you done with the vast majority of humanity?

Tango is where the passion and love lasts forever.

It is worth remembering that the fire we feed may come to burn us.

Rise above the Storm, under the Sun.And the good shall come.

Soft as a feather but I am no angel. Fierce as a demon, but I am no evil.