It Is Sweet To Think

And Now I Am Ready To Keep Running When The Sun Rises Beyond The Borderlands Of Death. I Already See Mountain Ridges In The Heavenly Forest Where, Beyond Every Essence, A New Essence Awaits.

I Am Not My Own Friend.time Cuts Me In Two.

The Purpose Of Poetry Is To Remind Us / How Difficult It Is To Remain Just One Person.

The Voice Of Passion Is Better Than The Voice Of Reason. The Passionless Cannot Change History.

A True Opium Of The People Is A Belief In Nothingness After Death - The Huge Solace Of Thinking That For Our Betrayals, Greed, Cowardice, Murders We Are Not Going To Be Judged.