“...And we left the lightfor the night of the street”

“For this freedomI have given all I hadFor this darknessI gave my lightFor this wisdomI have lost my innocenceTake my petalsAnd cover me with the night”

“Walking on these streets, until the night falls, my life feels to me like the life they have. By day they’re full of meaningless activity; by night, they’re full of meaningless lack of it. By day I am nothing, and by night I am I. There is no difference between me and these streets, save they being streets and I a soul, which perhaps is irrelevant when we consider the essence of things”

“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”

“If there never was a night or day and memories could fade away, then we'd be nothing left but the dreams we made”

“My soul left my body, and my body left my clothes and went streaking through the streets.”