A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

Wherever I go, I run into myself.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

I can see myself before myself - a being through dark scenery.

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.