In this infinite place, I promise you forever.
This is me. Unique. Uncomfortable. But undoubtedly beautiful.
The road was long and difficult, but I am glad to be here.
what once was is no more.
The horizon melds opposites into gold.
I have no tolerance for fools.
It has always been a reach to be who I am.
It is dark in my dreams.
Magic is not all sparks and happiness.
what is beautiful also dies but is recycled for reuse in another passing fantasy.