And As We Stray Further

Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.

Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is Hiding.

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.