At the beginning of your day. There was you. At the beginning of your night. There was you. At the end of your day. There was you. At the end of your night. There was you. You're always there. So is love.

There you were. In your mother's womb. Safe. Secure. Protected from everything. From everything you'd only learn of decades later. You learned to fear everything. Slowly, steadily learned. You can also learn to love instead of fear. Start by cultivat...

It is what it is. No, it isn't. It isn't what it isn't. No, it is. It's what? Whatever you say it is. 

Searching. For meaning. Searching. For answers. Searching. For a heart of gold. Searching. For a real love.

More. More hate. More. More violence. More. More destruction. More. More division. Not if you believe in love.

What? What are you? What are you going to do? What are you? What?

Where will you go? When the curtain calls. When the curtain falls. The last time. Who will you be? When you're laying there. Stripped and bare. The last time. 

What is one small step you could take? One teeny tiny step. Toward yourself. Your innermost desire. The thing you must do. No matter what. Before you die.

Pain. Prejudicially. Assessing. Involuntarily. Neverendingly. Pain.

Treat yourself. Not to this thing. Treat yourself. Not to that thing. Treat yourself. Not to anything. Treat yourself. With kindness.