I greeted the dawn boldly,
hoping to encounter a speck...
I don't want to be perceived
Cause I'd rather not be here...
You stole my pen,
my words...
My bed feels colder now since the day he left
I try my best to keep myself warm on my own...
When feeling strong has
Nothing to do with strength but...
Inspirations
are like birds...
You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...
I'm caught in the middle of a war...
A war with no correct side...
This body talks and interrupts
- my peace...
when birds glide down to Earth
to whisper in your ears...
The cat walk was bad enough
but at least it gave me a secure visual...
Around three in the morning
your soul was still fluttering...