In the very end,
all we have left
to atone for
our faults
are words.

Sometimes a writer simply finds new ways of saying what has already been said because, ultimately, truth is unoriginal.

I am going to build a fortress of books.
Will you come inside and live with me?

There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.

If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.

It is a dangerous thing to substitute reading or writing for living. Live first, then write.