I Try. I Fail. I Try Again.

Words Fail, There Are Times When Even They Fail.

The Reality Of The Individualis An Incoherent Reality And Must Be Expressed Incoherently.

As It Is With The Love Of The Body, So With The Friendship Of The Mind, The Full Is Only Reached By Admittance To The Most Retired Places.

But I Know What Darkness Is, It Accumulates, Thickens, Then Suddenly Bursts And Drowns Everything.

Yes, There Were Times When I Forgot Not Only Who I Was But That I Was, Forgot To Be.