My Perfect World: Revisit 2

In my perfect world where the stars lighten the sky when the sun goes down, where a breath replaces another just in time, where we grow up and grow down... In my prefect world where do you come from, you who are that nothingness that pulls away this definition, that illusion that steals my breath little by little and stagnates the existence. In my prefect world where did you find your place? Did I let you in or did you let me?