I wonder what it would be like to have
wings - would they grow from this grief...
_Why does the dead fish still poke on the unbitten...
years after, where the bait and the fish himself...
We must switch
the focal point of our attention from...
The awe of turning old,
winds your blooms away...
Seeker:
_Master! teach me you...
A mirror stranger,
a parallel line in motion...
We built our coffin from the planks of our habits.
We have no choice but to be obedient to our death...
Look
White doves...
I was ready to share
all my soul with you...
Life is nothing but alchemy,
to discover...
Do be do be do
A mad man sang I am he...
It's us who border.
It is us who limit us...