In The Very Corner Of My Soul

My Joy Is As Painful As My Pain.

But Do We Really Live? To Live Without Knowing What Life Is - Is That Living?

Life Is Whatever We Conceive It To Be.

I Look At Myself But I'm Missing. I Know Myself: It’s Not Me.

What Is A Disease Is Wishing With An Equal Intensity What Is Needed And What Is Desirable, And Suffer For Not Being Perfect As You Would Suffer For Not Having Bread. The Romantic Error Is This Wanting The Moon As If There Was A Way To Get It.