Grief, an unwelcome guest,
arrives unannounced, heavy-footed...
Truth is my home.
Truth is flowers...
I'm sorry I turned out to be too much,
yet not enough...
Living is not to learn
but it is to return...
The Wanna Be Wise Me Once Said :: ::
This moment is all I have...
There are nothing but present,
and present is nothing but the accumulation of...
When I saw you for the first time.
I knew then...
In this glass menagerie
woeful and laughing veils...
Apple
is gravity...
Woods are born to burn
They like moth...
one swallow
is all it could take...
Here's a poem to you,
the boy with the tousled hair...