I am but a single coin in a chest of billions.

If you live averagely, then do not be surprised when you are remembered averagely.

Is he mine or am I his? Is The Philosophy or am I belonging to The Philosophy? I’m not sure anymore.

I was happy to let my dream own me.

I never needed the externality to fix my internality.

More joyful is life if you love thy enemy.

Wait for the moment they least expect.

I faded as he flowered and The Philosophy triumphed the world.

Birthing my dream is a never-ending labour.