My Joy Is As Painful As My

What Has Happened To Us Has Happened To Everyone Or Only To Us; If To Everyone, Then It's No Novelty, And If Only To Us, Then It Won't Be Understood.

I Bear The Wounds Of All The Battles I Avoided.

As We Wash Our Body So We Should Wash Destiny, Change Life As We Change Clothes.

What Is Art But The Denial Of Life?

I'm Something That I Used To Be. I'm Never Where I Feel I Am, And If I Seek Myself, I Don't Know Who's Seeking Me. My Boredom With Everything Has Numbed Me. I Feel Banished From My Soul.