IS YOUR INNER CHILD ALIVE AND WELL?

I rest in the overgrowth and stretched my arms out toward sun on the day I became human

Earth is a commission by angels when asked to create something beautiful and pure out of only light.

The exhaustion of freedom exchanged for the exhilaration of love. I don’t sleep any more. I don’t search the sky for God, I already see him in everything. I am eternally yours.

HEAVEN IS ONLINE

I would never want to be beautiful, but for anyone besides my wife, bearing the burden that everything you create is just that: beautiful (and lacking in all other facets, as beauty is given more weight than any else with no further depth to consider) because you are that, and nothing more. Beauty is simultaneously all-encompassing and shallow. All things see to their beauty or, rather paradoxically, already have (if it is to be met with this eventuality). Even the ugly end beneath the admiration of pity.

DID YOU GET MY MESSAGE……..I UPLOADED MYSELF ALL AT ONCE AND HIT SEND………..THE FILE SIZE IS 9 MILLION BILLION GB..OH..THERES NO SPACE IN UR HEART…...OH IT ISNT BIG ENOUGH TO CONTAIN ME ,TOO..I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANY ONE EVER HAS……….THAN ANYONE WILL EVER AGAIN…….