She opened the door,
slicing the morning...

We can throw stars
up into sky...

You said what you want to do,
thinking I had prophecies sleeping...

The unexpected always bites my nails.
I am not prepared to spell it...

Let the stars look for me in rainy streets or...

Once upon a time
she danced with the moonlight...

He is not there.
He is flying where...

You shall sbandon your poem
before it becomes yours...

Someone told me i should avoid my grave disasters...
but my limitations start to torture me before...

Relax your shoulders & enter
my head...

My body asks for patience
as the time steps on the accelerator...

Nothing is here
but a dream inside my pocket pulses...