Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To

Yes, There Were Times When I Forgot Not Only Who I Was But That I Was, Forgot To Be.

Abode Where Lost Bodies Roam Each Searching For Its Lost One.

Watt's Concern, Deep As It Appeared, Was Not After All What The Figure Was, In Reality, But With What The Figure Appeared To Be, In Reality.

Light Black. From Pole To Pole.

If I Was Dead, I Wouldn't Know I Was Dead. That's The Only Thing I Have Against Death. I Want To Enjoy My Death.