Journey never ends. Every sunset reminds the close; every morning comes in an unfamiliar city. Confused and exhausted, home is still far off. Behold, the cloud is meaningless. If the image is clear, the birds should be useless; (they are) intended or not, the decision is not yours. That causes the pain; one’s own creativity pretends to follow the other’s.
J-W.H/A+U&D 