I wasn't sure where to go, many paths tackle my uncertain knowledge.
I wasn't sure where to go. Wind, please let me out of this maze.
My dark friend, I'm not convinced, I'm not sure if you will blend in a different nature, out there, no dark matters, no poetry, and no tears.
Try to loosen, try to soothe your thoughts, lick your wounds slowly. You will be fine after a while.
My dark friend, you are a unique house of love and poetry.

Artwork  by Josephine needham.