yet again I find
myself facing the wall...
Life is somewhere between the length of hyenas...
and the sweet tweet of nightingales...
eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching...
<<One should know of the illustrated book: "The...
They sounded so ostentatiously strong...
It’s the end of this blink, breath
second...
I am one of the lucky ones.
I do not have to cower in clubs...
Oh Texas! Oh Texas! Being reckless, I see
It’s all for a freedom that does not exists...
On the pavement
a chalk drawing is admired...
It starts much like before.
I strip the walls...
Kuebiko felt very old now
and spent his days...
and you -
where light was bountiful...
As the stars unpacked
themselves across the sky...