It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me That ends up getting wet

love saves us by teaching us how to be a stranger.

Just sit and listen and draw what you feel and hear. This was what came out.

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and if you have the ability to love love yourself first

I am not afraid.

Art is not for commodity. It is for passion.

Eruptions are not selective. Everything get's burned equally.

“Our hearts are restless until they rest in You.”

here we go again