My Heaviness Comes From The

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

I Love You As You Are, But Do Not Tell Me How That Is.

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

The Dream Which Is Not Fed With Dream Disappears.

I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking For, Looking For It.