Hey torero you are so brave
raging the bull...
Why just in opposite can we unite
and tie...
We carve our masks with our faces
against the chisel of darkness...
i know nothing of home –
it’s true, i wrongly thought of your clavicles...
Strands of hair flying in the wind;
ebony...
Studying isn't
Understood...
All I know is that
light is merely a bunch of photons...
you probably don't remember
the confession I made...
I remember my future
if I see my past in a different degree...
When it’s so quiet,
and the only thing you hear...
the world before you is one that’s foreign to...
like an ancient civilization you’ve once heard...
Sing my worries to sleep
in that gorgeous way...