My Past Is Everything I Failed To

I Never Meant To Be But A Dreamer.

Walking On These Streets, Until The Night Falls, My Life Feels To Me Like The Life They Have. By Day They’re Full Of Meaningless Activity; By Night, They’re Full Of Meaningless Lack Of It. By Day I Am Nothing, And By Night I Am I. There Is No Difference Between Me And These Streets, Save They Being Streets And I A Soul, Which Perhaps Is Irrelevant When We Consider The Essence Of Things

Humanitarianism Is Rude.

As We Wash Our Body So We Should Wash Destiny, Change Life As We Change Clothes.

I Don't Know What I Feel Or What I Want To Feel. I Don't Know What To Think Or What I Am.