Little Flashes Of Sun On The Surface

I Confused Things With Their Names: That Is Belief.

I Considered Calmly That I Was Born To Write.

Life Begins On The Other Side Of Despair.

Man Exists, Turns Up, Appears On The Scene And Only Afterwards, Defines Himself

Ha! To Forget. How Childish! I Feel You In My Bones. Your Silence Screams In My Ears. You May Nail Your Mouth Shut, You May Cut Out Your Tongue, Can You Keep Yourself From Existing? Will You Stop Your Thoughts.