A Dreamer, I Walked Enchanted, And Nothing

Writers Should Be Read, But Neither Seen Nor Heard.

I Could Not Ask Forgiveness For Something I Had Not Done. As Scapegoat, I Could Only Bear The Fault.

You Had To Endure Something Yourself Before It Touched You.

All Whispers And Echoes From A Past That Is Gone Teem Into The Sleeper's Brain, And He Is With Them, And Part Of Them.

When She Smiled It Was As Though She Embraced The World.