The poem opens like an invitation: meet me at "everywhere," and we'll keep going until we reach "nowhere." It's a journey with no real map, and the ending is already built into it. The speaker and the person they're addressing turn into "everybody" and "everyone," as if the two of them have blurred into the whole world, or lost any particular identity of their own.
The mood is dreamy but uneasy. Breathing in darkness suggests that something heavy is being taken in, and that it fills "the spirit" rather than just the lungs. The last lines turn more personal and more bitter. The speaker says there is such a thing as an "innocent lie," but then undercuts it: this lie is a substance that makes the soul "run dry." Judging by these lines, the speaker seems to feel that small, harmless-seeming untruths slowly empty a person out. The poem leaves a feeling of closeness mixed with emptiness, as if connection and loss are traveling together.