Living is not to learn
but it is to return...
The Wanna Be Wise Me Once Said :: ::
This moment is all I have...
There are nothing but present,
and present is nothing but the accumulation of...
When I saw you for the first time.
I knew then...
In this glass menagerie
woeful and laughing veils...
Apple
is gravity...
Woods are born to burn
They like moth...
one swallow
is all it could take...
Here's a poem to you,
the boy with the tousled hair...
In my bones I'll carve a tale of your sweet ichor
Who told you that desire could be tamed...
Tonight, like many ordinary Gaza nights,
there are wounded babies...
I forgive you,
but not the injustice, in you...