I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

I try. I fail. I try again. I fail better.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

The only thing you must never speak of is your happiness.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.