Walks Work For Me. I Enter Some

The Stars Began To Burn Through The Sheets Of Clouds, And There Was A New Voice Which You Slowly Recognized As Your Own.

For Some Things There Are No Wrong Seasons. Which Is What I Dream Of For Me.

When Will You Have A Little Pity For Every Soft Thing That Walks Through The World, Yourself Included.

If You Suddenly And Unexpectedly Feel Joy, Don’t Hesitate. Give In To It.

It's Not A Competition, It's A Doorway.