Multipliquei-me Para Me Sentir.

I've Always Been An Ironic Dreamer, Unfaithful To My Inner Promises. Like A Complete Outsider, A Casual Observer Of Whom I Thought I Was, I've Always Enjoyed Watching My Daydreams Go Down In Defeat. I Was Never Convinced Of What I Believed In. I Filled My Hands With Sand, Called It Gold, And Opened Them Up To Let It Slide Through. Words Were My Only Truth. When The Right Words Were Said, All Was Done; The Rest Was The Sand That Had Always Been.

There's A Non-existent Peace In The Uncertain Quietness

One Never Lives So Intensely As When One Has Been Thinking Hard.

I Pass Times, I Pass Silences, Formless Worlds Pass Me By.

The End Is Low, Like All Quantitative Ends, Personal Or Not, And It Can Be Attained And Verified.