More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.

I Have Come One Step Away From Everything. And Here I Stay, Far From Everything, One Step Away.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.