There is nothing else we can do than just simply run into the Sun, listening to our wheels spinning on the wind, see farther and closer. There is nothing else we can do then to grow into the flames and rain. Or we shall all just simply laugh more and untangle the ways of our twisted thoughts. See far behind the last wave. To sit on the beach and just wait for another beautiful moment to be lived fully. And stop to listen to the stupid people and sharpen ears not for the wise on but for the wind. And while leaving imagine the circus that once filmed become the beginning of our endless journey by light in light with light. And while leaving switch off the lamp to see that the other is being lighted by your side. Become a butterfly and enjoy the fly to nowhere.