You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
My heaviness comes from the heights.
When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.