No completeness in the world,but endless desires...

She douses the flames of desire in my eyes,and asks why I leave the soiree so thirsty.

We do not mourn the memories lost.We mourn the ones which beset us as loyal friends.

Right beneath this shimmering...beneath this glittering surface of water liesa distorted view of the world above.

Asks, he does…But Oh! A question so small…

The best defense against sarcasm is to take it literally.

One cannot become a pundit by proxy.

He and his fate walk together, Master and Slave. In which order, only time and action tell.

We are slaves to the dictates of free will.