A word only writes its night and rides its dream.

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

When following God, Zero we never find.

Oblivion cures the old wounds.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.