The Sky Hides The Night

The Act Of Living Had Been Enjoyable; At Some Point When I Was Not Paying Attention, It Had Turned Into A Different Sort Of Experience, To Whose Grimness I Had Grown So Accustomed That I Now Took It For Granted.

You Will Find Yourself Among People. There Is No Help For This Nor Should You Want It Otherwise. The Passages Where No One Waits Are Dark And Hard To Navigate. The Wet Walls Touch Your Shoulders On Each Side. When The Trees Were There I Cared That They Were There. And Now They Are Gone, Does It Matter? The Passages Where No One Waits Go On And Give No Promise Of An End. You Will Find Yourself Among People, Faces, Clothing, Teeth And Hair And Words, And Many Words When There Was Life, I Said That Life Was Wrong. What Do I Say Now? You Understand?

There Is A Way To Master Silence Control Its Curves, Inhabit Its Dark Corners And Listen To The Hiss Of Time Outside

How Many More Times Will You Watch The Full Moon Rise? Perhaps Twenty. And Yet It All Seems Limitless.

Security Is A False God. Begin To Make Sacrifices To It And You Are Lost.