I've killed a lady.
freed by the death of her...
I found endless youth.
However, the sun burns my skin...
Humanity is capable of such beautiful dreams
and horrible nightmares...
Different birds were on the branches,
Every tree in their path is lined up...
Last candle light
He slowly pushed open the wooden door...
Too long, too alone.
Oh! Like time is strange weather...
It Is not Death Most people are Afraid Of
But it is getting to the end of life only to...
Mukti is Freedom, we must be free
We must not be bound to the ground like a tree...
Isn't it funny how people panic
Over the trivial, the mundane...
In a world where I am Christen Kuikoua,
Yet each day, I question if it's truly me...
In the quiet quest of self, a name unfolds,
Christen Kuikoua, a story yet to be told...
Dear future
I am Sorry...