Living with striving forces, waking up in the dark and realizing your eyes are the light bulb. Tiny little flowers are growing because of your daring eyes. Years passing by, as if nothing were alive, crying for so much suffering, you believe it is all in vain, and suddenly, flowers become butterflies... They fly away, and become your lover, your brother, your friend, your stranger. There is a secret potion: The seeds are your thoughts. Your eyes are the light. Your tears the nourishment. Your love your liberation. Who is it there for you to be if you are inside of love?