The Reason A Poet Is

God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children

I Think The End Is Endless. It's Either A Big Black Hole Or A Big White Light Or Both Together. But It's Totally Meaningless, Because Even If Someone Would Explain It, I Wouldn't Understand It.

It Was Not An Adventure; It Was My Life.

I Wanted To Be Calm, Like A Mound With All Its Cities Destroyed, And Tranquil, Like A Full Cemetery.

Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is Hiding.