We Are Aware Only Of

If I Have A Stupid Day, Everything Looks Wrong To Me.

We Live Trapped, Between The Churned-up And Examined Past And A Future That Waits For Our Work.

Create Around One At Least A Small Circle Where Matters Are Arranged As One Wants Them To Be.

I Am No Longer Afraid To Say Anything.

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?