Even in the storm,
learn...

There was no Juliet
behind these windows...

My mother is over ninety,
diminishing day by day...

He
brushed me off...

The urge to tell stories,
to tell the story...

I called—
but nothing answered...

I live at point zero,
where no idols rise from belief...

There is no truth
entirely seen...

I am not after winning—
I seek the flame of truth...

You are either imprisoned
by what holds you captive...

What is the use,
being the hero...

I want the world to be fair,
and yet...