If You Cannot Live Alone, You Were

Sometimes, When I Wake Up At Night, I Feel Invisible Hands Weaving My Destiny.

And, Like The Great Damned Souls, I Shall Always Feel That Thinking Is Worth More Than Living.

Time, Which Grays Hair And Wrinkles Faces, Also Withers Violent Affections, And Much More Quickly.

The Startling Reality Of Things Is My Discovery Every Single Day.

First Watcher Why Do People Die? Second Watcher Perhaps Because They Don't Dream Enough.