Celibacy builds character; solitude makes you stronger.
How many broken hearts and sultry thoughts has the inkly sky collected from humanity in only one night?
I conceal the war on the inside. I turn to be a stone; if I feel nothing, then nothing can bring me down to my knees and make me gush upward my prayer of desperation. I still feel for pleasure and sadness; cry for happiness and some moving films. But feelings they never stay long. Their visits remind me of my original form of existence. Like rain water penetrating a stone, I cannot keep them for later tasting as I know that when the night wind of solitude will freeze water into ice, thus splitting the stone. It is a matter of time that the stone will eventually groud into sand, which become countless dots on the horizontal line.
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