Are we weak? Or are we alone? Or are we insecure? Or do we just purely instinctively reside to that one perfection to give us company and motivation during our times? We are blinded by our own product...

Come in, you are one of them. I am too. I know you can read me a poem and sing me a song. But love, none of us can.

I look at you through a mirror. I am taken and happy yet wild enough to leave.

Others saw a blank painting. She saw the mountains and rivers. True love is innate.