There exists a place of broken and unrewarded
souls; a place of wounded wanderers clinging
on to the flickering lamp of their own dignity;
a place of innumerable tales of systematic
abandonment, disinheritance and destitution.
It is only when we search for a smile among
the countless masses of unacknowledged beings
that we begin to understand the burning flames
of solitude, the fragmented hearts
of affection atrophy…
— Lyrical Zen
