To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.
What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?
In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.
A word only writes its night and rides its dream.