While I'm Writing, I'm Far

Perhaps This War Will Pass Like The Others Which Divided Us Leaving Us Dead, Killing Us Along With The Killers But The Shame Of This Time Puts Its Burning Fingers To Our Faces. Who Will Erase The Ruthlessness Hidden In Innocent Blood?

Am I Allowed To Ask My Book / Whether It's True I Wrote It?

Someday, Somewhere - Anywhere, Unfailingly, You'll Find Yourself, And That, And Only That, Can Be The Happiest Or Bitterest Hour Of Your Life.

Your Wide Eyes Are The Only Light I Know From Extinguished Constellations.

I Was The Owner Of My Own Darkness.