Darkness returns home.

Light is persistently passing by.

A gift borrowed.
Taken for granted.

Amount and availability reduce value. Valueless existence fades.

Light is the path to creation. Creation results in vanity. Borrowed currency, through borrowed currency, to borrowed currency.

Thin air.

Has no colour.
No tangibility.
Same in light as in darkness.

The circle is endless and swirling.
Is it hidden or invisible?
Have you ever tried to form the circle as a blurry image?
Do you want to occupy it all or just a part of it?
The circle is there either way.

Where are you?