You threw your words like little
Knives...
The physical world is an insult
to the human soul...
Time devours without malice,
that is its ruthlessness...
There is a state of consciousness
in which the collective...
When someone is better than me,
I feel happy...
The Continuation of Wings
The bird finds no end in its wings...
You will never find your soulmate
by shopping through windows...
On the branches of silence
a red finch rests...
Where is that kind home,
softly known...
I promised myself.
I promised you, in a way...
I. Waking Up
it is this heavy weight i cannot shake...
Every window has been shut against me,
every door...