YOUR BREATH IS PURE AND WHITE AND DISPERSES SO NEATLY THE NOXIOUS BILE GAS IN EVERY SPACE YOU OCCUPY
I AM AN INK STAIN. I AM A FUNGAL INFECTION IN A TREE.
I AM A CLOSED HOLE WITH PEOPLE TRAPPED INSIDE.
LET ME SEE HOW NICE IT WOULD BE TO HAVE SOME LIGHT IN MY DAYS.

YOUR LIGHT IS FINE AND BRIGHT AND CHASES AWAY SO QUICKLY THE DEEP VELVET TAINT IN EVERY DARK VILE NIGHT.
I AM A STUCK THOUGHT. I AM A BEDSHEET FULL OF HOLES.
I AM A SPREADING POOL OF OIL WHICH CANNOT BE MISCIBLE.
LET ME EXPERIENCE THE BEAUTY OF A LIFE LIVED WITHOUT THOUGHTS.