I am nothing but words,
just a shape
of dreams or night.

A word only writes its night and rides its dream.

I AM NOTHING.Nothing but a pale shape.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness — I am nothing.

Translation: Naught else but empty shadows are our dreams,
Reflected from the day’s imaginings.

Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.

I am nothing.
I'll never be anything.
I couldn't want to be something.
Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

I am nothing.
I will never be anything.
I cannot wish to be anything.
Bar that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.

It is a world of words to the end of it, / In which nothing solid is its solid self.

Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize "The stars are words" and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind.

By day I am nothing, by night I am I.

Alas, words were but empty things, devoid of power and all too easily broken, discarded, and forgotten.