All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
I need the sea because it teaches me
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.
And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?