To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.
When I want to be reminded of stupidity, especially my own, I turn on the TV.
I fly through memory to find a newborn love.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
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.
Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.