Love Is Short, But Forgetting Is Long.

All Paths Lead To The Same Goal: To Convey To Others What We Are.

In The Distance Someone Is Singing.

But When I Call For A Hero, Out Comes My Lazy Old Self; So I Never Know Who I Am, Nor How Many I Am Or Will Be. I'd Love To Be Able To Touch A Bell And Summon The Real Me, Because If I Really Need Myself, I Mustn't Disappear.

Two Things Make A Story. The Net And The Air That Falls Through The Net.

And What Importance Do I Have In The Courtroom Of Oblivion?