The Reason I Haven't Been Writing In

With Me, The Present Is Forever, And Forever Is Always Shifting, Flowing, Melting. This Second Is Life. And When It Is Gone It Is Dead. But You Can't Start Over With Each New Second. You Have To Judge By What Is Dead. It's Like Quicksand... Hopeless From The Start.

Is Anyone Anywhere Happy?

Eternity Bores Me, I Never Wanted It.

Perhaps When We Find Ourselves Wanting Everything, It Is Because We Are Dangerously Close To Wanting Nothing.

When I Fell Out Of The Light, I Entered The Stomach Of Indifference, The Wordless Cupboard.