I Work Only With Lost

Do You Know That Hope Sometimes Consists Only Of A Question Without An Answer?

I Ask Myself: Is Every Story That Has Ever Been Written In This World, A Story Of Suffering And Affliction?

The World's Continual Breathing Is What We Hear And Call Silence.

A Horse Is Freedom So Indominable That It Becomes Useless To Imprison It To Serve Man: It Lets Itself Be Domesticated, But With A Simple, Rebellious Toss Of The Head-shaking Its Mane Like An Abundance Of Free-flowing Hair-it Shows That Its Inner Nature Is Always Wild, Translucent And Free.

Living Isn't Courage, Knowing That You're Living, That's Courage