We Tear Life Out Of Life To

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

Everything Had Been Stripped Of Deceptions, That Time. And That Time I Was Afraid Of Everything.

Everything Is A Little Bit Of Darkness, Even The Light.

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

When I Die, I Will Not See Myself Die, For The First Time.