God has given us a dark wine so potent that, drinking it, we leave the two worlds.
I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.
Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.
You know how it is. Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another.