Answer:
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
I sit in a corner while traveling around the world. What am I?
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.