Why does this wound
never close, never heal...
What have we become?
How loud, how long, how lost, how numb...
I made it to the end of the tunnel, and there was...
There was just me and a recurring dream of losing...
And the lover cried out—
I burned my youth...
In the throat of an hourglass,
all tilts, all turns...
I dream of you
in the moan of violins...
Shining Star
I always wanted to be a shining star...
I live at point zero,
where no idols rise from belief...
An artist creates
only in the presence of light...
The mason asked to the stone:
No matter how much I throw you...
I like to think
that he walks me still...
Blurry is what I see
in front of me...