'My dark-light picture, a Braille-storm of texture. The passing sun wilts by.'
'Just another incongruous ending, one replete with conclusions and colors.'
'Unexpectedly, even I am here waiting for you to show. It bears little resemblance, this waiting, to being forced to stay somewhere. An outside glance alone will tell you what I mean. Dangling, just like this, all for the sake of happiness.'