Every Time I Wake, I Understand How

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.

When I Look For My Existence I Do Not Look For It In Myself.

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

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

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