I know you all by now
must have seen how vulnerable I am...

This makes no sense.
What is this sound...

O my swords
dost not dare to even glance at them...

We
always forget what we...

_Why when we are looking for everything,
we would always end up with nothing...

O Johnny, Johnny
these eggs are double yolked...

Like a sponge that soaks
our share of moist...

Centripetal and centrifugal,
two core of an oval mirror...

Nothing exists as absolute,
in hardcore reality...

Amongst the stretch and squeeze of the accordion
she and I...

To break or not to break,
this is the question...

Is the blue lonely
while it is present everywhere...