You have closed a path, disabled the land that brings you to me. Your feet off the ground. You no longer fly like before, something has changed when you are no longer a child. Why? Where do you hide your riches and abundance of smiles? Where are you going? Don't you see that you have always been immobile, that everything has come close to you to disarm you?
Don't fear the void, don't run from an illusory darkness. None of that is real as long as you're the one watching it
