the sunlight who burns away all secrets is locked from the underground secrets.
i am a Goddess who is not a good, for i wish not for immortality but for the End.
someday, i will board the ferry, and greet charon with an obol and hopes of a fool
love is a choice, and, when it’s made, it’s eternal.
creative destruction destroys the old and ushers in the new.
narcissus looks into muddied water and sees clear streams.