Night is a world lit by itself.
I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
If you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point.
When I look for my existence I do not look for it in myself.