“A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.”
“All the streams carry the wisdom of the forest to the lake, and over there, silence replaces the noise!”
“Falling into the dark recesses of my own mind,To find that feeling that will be my Greatest”
“I hate carrying a torch, which is weird because otherwise I'm such a pyromaniac”
“My brain feels like a cool, deep lake.”
“Once or twice a day, I am enveloped inside what I like to call the Impenetrable Shield of Melancholy. This shield, it is impenetrable. Hence the name. I cannot speak. And while I can feel myself freeze up, I can't do anything about it.”