If an artist falls in love with you, you never die. No, you yourself become art, arisen from the artist's heart. If poetry is all dead and there is only the depth of the hole it left, then this is the last diary of a poet who wanted to set the world free. This is to all the ones who have loved but still lost, to the ones who have lost all their trust.It is for the ones who endured all the pain and managed to keep their heart sane;to the ones who found their peace and the ones with anger to release. For the ones who have been confused and the ones who have known the abuse. For all the people...