All my life I chased my needs to better my life
I ended up living my needs instead of my life...
On one hell of a morning, when the lair of an evil...
“Mr. J...
I traced a tint of mischievousness in her photo
in compare with her self-portrait...
We built our coffin from the planks of our habits.
We have no choice but to be obedient to our death...
Time is just a space
between beginning and end...
Butterfly
is to say: "to be...
Bile rises in my throat -
Regurgitation...
Why must we always
pretend in order to be...
the absence echoes throughout this
self-inflicted desert, a wasteland of...
time has come to a rolling stop –
for this brief moment...
the whirling winds would settle
when i speak your name...
for far too long, i've dreamt of your fingers –
i’m intimate with the poetry they’re capable...