The biggest fear of my days
Are my nights,
Otherwise my days are just beautiful.

there is one haiku,
written as 5-7-5,
that answers all asks.

There are so many cute people in this world,
As I've seen or as I've been told,
That at least one of them should be me.

Some thoughts are good as doorstops,
As the person in question is out of motion,
Staying around and possibly blocking a door.

It is important to have a uniformly excellent life,
I repeat, an uniformly excellent life,
Unless you really want to think, to feel and to understand profoundly nothing.

I like mundane little places,
Where I feel invisible,
Where I believe to see everything.

In a huge arid desert there is a big call centre,
Where you call to return your Christmas gifts.
On the phone, the desert storms will sing to you in the hot air,
The unbearable heat will surround you,
Making you forget any stupid returns of gifts,
Which is kind of the point here.