a drop was falling on my skin
my skin was dry too dry you see...
a spider jumps
webs rain in living room...
you alter
the moon...
Rowing into the still lake
My heart...
I know your view of the world
has changed since you were...
Time swallowed by suppressive smog,
To much of it spent in a depressive fog...
i'm trying to keep my composure
while cutting the flowers i just...
Tell me why flowers
do not last...
I house your disappointments
Here, behind cold bars of aching bone...
My day starts at 5 am, an hour before your alarm...
stirring you from whatever soft dreamland you...
Things tend to end to deny their endlessness.
Endlessness is where they learn to end...
The observer and the observee are the same
but we cannot observe that at once...