When the night was full of terrors...

Allow me to describe my own sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through my mind. Let me describe them with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and use the images from my dreams. I will not try to blame life when it seems poor; rather to blame myself. To admit that I have not done enough to be granted its riches. And even if I find myself in some prison, whose walls let in none of the world’s sounds I will still have my memories and I'll turn my attentions to them. I will try to raise up the sunken feelings of my enormous past; and so my solitude will expand and become a place where I can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance.