Wise Is He Who Enjoys

I Sometimes Think That I Enjoy Suffering. But The Truth Is I Would Prefer Something Else.

I Crave Time In All Its Duration, And I Want To Be Myself Unconditionally.

There Are Metaphors More Real Than The People Who Walk In The Street.

It's Been A Long Time Since I've Been Me.

I Asked For Very Little From Life, And Even This Little Was Denied Me. A Nearby Field, A Ray Of Sunlight, A Little Bit Of Calm Along With A Bit Of Bread, Not To Feel Oppressed By The Knowledge That I Exist, Not To Demand Anything From Others, And Not To Have Others Demand Anything From Me - This Was Denied Me, Like The Spare Change We Might Deny A Beggar Not Because We're Mean-hearted But Because We Don't Feel Like Unbuttoning Our Coat.