Every Decision Is Liberating, Even If It

All The Things One Has Forgotten Scream For Help In Dreams.

A Head Full Of Stars, Just Not In Constellation Yet.

There Emanates From Superlatives A Destructive Force.

I Would Like To Become Tolerant Without Overlooking Anything, Persecute No One Even When All People Persecute Me; Become Better Without Noticing It; Become Sadder, But Enjoy Living; Become More Serene, Be Happy In Others; Belong To No One, Grow In Everyone; Love The Best, Comfort The Worst; Not Even Hate Myself Anymore.

Everything One Records Contains A Grain Of Hope, No Matter How Deeply It May Come From Despair.