It Is Impossible To Live

I Am Like A Person Whose Hands Were Kept Numb, Without Sensation From The First Moment Of Awareness - Until One Day The Ability To Feel Is Forced Into Them. And I Say "look! I Have No Hands!" But The People All Around Me Say: "what Are Hands?

The Day Hums Sweetly When You Have Enough Bees Working For You.

I Cry For Those Not Yet Dead.

Death Makes A Prophet's Voice Louder.

Infinity? It Attracts Us Like A Floodlight In The Night.