Isn't Joyful Or Painful This Pain In

Yes, Talking To People Makes Me Sleepy.

Life Is What We Make Of It. Travel Is The Traveler. What We See Isn't What We See But What We Are.

For Who Expects Nothing, All That Comes Is Grateful

Again I See You, But Me I Don't See!, The Magical Mirror In Which I Saw Myself Has Been Broken, And Only A Piece Of Me I See In Each Fatal Fragment - Only A Piece Of You And Me!

As I Walk, I Construct Perfect Sentences That I Cannot Remember Later At Home. I Don’t Know If The Ineffable Poetry Of Those Sentences Derived From What They Were Or From Their Never Having Been (written).