Traveling is a way to escape, it gives you the slightest chance of hope, the slightest chance of being true.
To live a life when death is what you are experiencing is life not death. The eternal suffering and pain is natural it's all part of life.
Jammed into the container of the acute perimeters is painful but to make
matters worst the lid of the contained is locked.
You need to be alert to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. To be surprised of the unexpected is not surprising but to be surprised of he expected is a surprise.
When everything has been scattered by the darkness to find a star that will guide you is hard.
where do you turn to?
what would you do if everything you wonted was given to you by someone opposite?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem