I travel, always arriving in the same place.
Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing
Disease often comes with a smiling face.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.