My Truths Do Not Last Long In

It's Been A Long Time Since I Asked Anything Of Heaven, And My Arms Still Haven't Come Down.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

Nothing Is Not Only Nothing. It Is Also Our Prison.

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

Every Time I Wake, I Understand How Easy It Is To Be Nothing.