But The Silence Spoke Volumes.

You Don't Have To Judge The Whole World By Your Own Standards. Not Everybody Is Like You, You Know.

The Journey I'm Taking Is Inside Me. Just Like Blood Travels Down Veins, What I'm Seeing Is My Inner Self And What Seems Threatening Is Just The Echo Of The Fear In My Heart.

I’m Free, I Think. I Shut My Eyes And Think Hard And Deep About How Free I Am, But I Can’t Really Understand What It Means. All I Know Is I’m Totally Alone. All Alone In An Unfamiliar Place, Like Some Solitary Explorer Who’s Lost His Compass And His Map. Is This What It Means To Be Free? I Don’t Know, And I Give Up Thinking About It.

Time Moves In It Special Way In The Middle Of The Night.

A Person’s Destiny Is Something You Look Back At Afterwards, Not Something To Be Known In Advance.