Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.

there's no defense except all the errors made

I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.

The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.