What Is The Fear Inside Language? No

Philosophers Say Man Forms Himself In Dialogue.

Those Nights Lying Alone Are Not Discontinuous With This Cold Hectic Dawn. It Is Who I Am.

The Words We Read And Words We Write Never Say Exactly What We Mean. The People We Love Are Never Just As We Desire Them. The Two Symbola Never Perfectly Match. Eros Is In Between.

Sometimes A Journey Makes Itself Necessary.

Love Dares The Self To Leave Itself Behind, To Enter Into Poverty.