Every Time I Wake, I Understand How

We Have A World For Each One, But We Do Not Have A World For All.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

We Tear Life Out Of Life To Use It For Looking At Itself.

The Little Things Are What Is Eternal, And The Rest, All The Rest, Is Brevity, Extreme Brevity.

Yes, I Will Go. I Would Rather Grieve Over Your Absence Than Over You.