Fear Of An Enemy Can Often Blind

And The Dreams So Rich In Color. How Else Would Death Call You? Waking In The Cold Dawn It All Turned To Ash Instantly. Like Certain Ancient Frescoes Entombed For Centuries Suddenly Exposed To The Day.

When One Has Nothing Left Make Ceremonies Out Of The Air And Breathe Upon Them.

The Freedom Of Birds Is An Insult To Me.

He Thought That In The History Of The World It Might Even Be That There Was More Punishment Than Crime But He Took Small Comfort From It.

If Only My Heart Were Stone.