When I Look For My Existence I

My Final Belief Is Suffering. And I Begin To Believe That I Do Not Suffer.

The Children Whom Nobody Leads By The Hand Are The Children Who Know They Are Children.

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.

When I Do Not Walk In The Clouds I Walk As Though I Were Lost.

Everything Had Been Stripped Of Deceptions, That Time. And That Time I Was Afraid Of Everything.