Firefly within the night
becomes a guide for lashes...
I’m not sure if it was my tax-free street...
bodily-harm PTSD trauma type of shxt...
Isn’t it foolish
to keep crossing these bridges...
Loneliness
2 AM is dragging too long...
Autumn came to whisper -
clinging on is futile...
Did I
really exist...
Life is a journey full of mystery,
Wonders play a role for many strangers like me...
All those summers,
when innocence...
Wistful wisteria
lays in wait...
Without purpose nothing stands a chance...
Only lost eyes can find the greener grass...
Everyday,
I wake up to the screams of this world...