Your Soul Is The Whole World.

Is Not Every Life, Every Work Fine?

For Me, Trees Have Always Been The Most Penetrating Preachers.

Was That Really Love? I Saw All These Passionate People Reel About And Drift Haphazardly As If Driven By A Storm, The Man Filled With Desire Today, Satiated On The Morrow, Loving Fiercely And Discarding Brutally, Sure Of No Affection And Happy In No Love.

Gratitude Is Not A Virtue I Believe In, And To Me It Seems Hypocritical To Expect It From A Child.

Good That You Ask. You Should Always Ask, Always Have Doubts.