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.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?