Imagination follows me in the sofa, bed, the rain, sun and in a word tempest.

I rather be alone than have to dime my inner light, dignity and grace in order to suit manipulating standards.

GRACE Is the dignity to expel the opinions and breath and live like the breeze of a cold wind.

Why categorise people Are we products of our own bias and misery?

I Can not be good and please everyone my bad day your bad day. Could we have been a good match anyway?

Love is a necessity and invaluable devotion, It unites, integrates us, and brings peace to earth.