Earth lifts us so we can lift her when she gets old.
The nuclear-family power plant does not provide energy to the city of love.
You watch the movie of life in the bed of death.
Life is a heart-dying salon. Death is a heart-dieing salon
A heart is a house. The heart is a home.
Some hearts aren’t break-king because a queen lives there.
Our souls are colorblind so we put on glasses of prejudice to see the world.
Every human is a building. Some are skyscrapers. Others are houses. Some are airports, and hospitals, and jails, and schools.
Love is a farm Death is a slaughterhouse.
Egos are plants. We cut them to make humble pie.