We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.
Donโt pay attention to those who offer too much.
Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.
They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.
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.