For One Has The Right To Shout.

It Is Because I Dove Into The Abyss That I Am Beginning To Love The Abyss I Am Made Of.

But Don't Forget, In The Meantime, That This Is The Season For Strawberries. Yes.

Things Were Somehow So Good That They Were In Danger Of Becoming Very Bad Because What Is Fully Mature Is Very Close To Rotting

So Long As I Have Questions To Which There Are No Answers, I Shall Go On Writing.

Love Is Now, Is Always. All That Is Missing Is The Coup De Grâce- Which Is Called Passion.