Everyone Here Says In A Surprised Manner

We Are Aware Only Of The Empty Space In The Forest, Which Only Yesterday Was Filled With Trees.

In Our Dreams We Can Have Our Eggs Cooked Exactly How We Want Them, But We Can't Eat Them.

I Am No Longer Afraid To Say Anything.

Create Around One At Least A Small Circle Where Matters Are Arranged As One Wants Them To Be.

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?