From whence cometh the pounding of desire if not from the depths of loneliness?

“In the bustling of the cities, forever surrounded by people and their chatter, …”

“I am ripe. Ripe enough to hear your Truth. But shout it for one ear remains dea…”

“I dip my toe into the ocean of Joy and quickly withdraw it, afraid of the sea c…”

“Playfulness: that infantile quality we sneer at whilst busying ourselves with i…”