Be a good guide, tell me what you see, are sure is that?Please try to describe the picture as much vocabulary as possible!

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.

I remember the revelation it was to me when I realized I'd rather be smart in the way Elvis Presley was than in the way, say, Ludwig Wittgenstein was. The thing was, you could imagine you could be smart like Wittgenstein by just thinking hard enough, but Elvis just had it. It was almost spiritual. A kind of grace.

My eyes always keep searching,for something inexpressible,above the far away sky.I long to get lost,inside the evening-twilight.Silence always tickles me __n a strange way;I meet __e__n the time between sunset and darkness.

Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets.

You are all wave particles when I close my eyes. I am no more entranced by your entanglement than a butterfly is to a bee.