He kicked up a storm and vanished, leaving others to circle around it.

He went;
but left
a heavy
load of
memories
with me.

Under the barrel of a gun peace cannot survive.

He lived like a person who has been expelled from his own mind since he never accepted its machinations.

Thoughts had a propensity to
crystallise at the bottom
of his heart and become solid opinions.
However, he always deliberately
gave a false impression of his
perception in order to lead people astray.
He succeeded in his game plan of falsification of opinions.

He tried to stay away from thoughts that made him angry. He was well aware that such thoughts had the potential to spill over into the actual world, damaging his carefully cultivated image among his peers.

When you experience the pangs of my separation, save at least one drop of tear to weep.