Every Gesture Is A Revolutionary Act.

The Inventor Of The Mirror Poisoned The Human Heart.

Liberty Is The Possibility Of Isolation.

The Human Soul Is An Abyss

I've Always Been An Ironic Dreamer, Unfaithful To My Inner Promises. Like A Complete Outsider, A Casual Observer Of Whom I Thought I Was, I've Always Enjoyed Watching My Daydreams Go Down In Defeat. I Was Never Convinced Of What I Believed In. I Filled My Hands With Sand, Called It Gold, And Opened Them Up To Let It Slide Through. Words Were My Only Truth. When The Right Words Were Said, All Was Done; The Rest Was The Sand That Had Always Been.

Let Us Sculpt In Hopeless Silence All Our Dreams Of Speaking.