I Felt The Mask Crumple, The Great

How Frail The Human Heart Must Be - A Mirrored Pool Of Thought.

The Future Is What Matters — Because One Never Reaches It, But Always Stays In The Present — Like The White Queen Who Had To Run Like The Wind To Remain In The Same Spot.

I Felt Like A Racehorse In A World Without Racetracks.

I Felt Dull And Flat And Full Of Shattered Visions.

If The Moon Smiled, She Would Resemble You. You Leave The Same Impression Of Something Beautiful, But Annihilating.