He Who Does Not Answer The Questions

Slept, Awoke, Slept, Awoke, Miserable Life.

From Outside One Will Always Triumphantly Impress Theories Upon The World And Then Fall Straight Into The Ditch One Has Dug, But Only From Inside Will One Keep Oneself And The World Quiet And True.

I No Longer Know If I Wish To Drown Myself In Love, Vodka Or The Sea.

This Morning, For The First Time In A Long Time, The Joy Again Of Imagining A Knife Twisted In My Heart.

There Is A Destination But No Way There; What We Refer To As Way Is Hesitation.