The Soul Is Healed By Being With

In Abstract Love Of Humanity One Almost Always Only Loves Oneself.

Life Had Stepped Into The Place Of Theory.

Now I'm Living Out My Life In A Corner, Trying To Console Myself With The Stupid, Useless Excuse That An Intelligent Man Cannot Turn Himself Into Anything, That Only A Fool Can Make Anything He Wants Out Of Himself.

I Almost Do Not Exist Now And I Know It; God Knows What Lives In Me In Place Of Me.

Every Man Needs A Place To Go To.