The one thing I am sure about,
on a day just like this one...

He wasn't a happy person
nor was I...

..And then the walls crumbled down to the floor,
but I saw no priest, not one savior on my door...

Thank you for the flowers
you sowed in my spring backyard...

Alone I walk a field of pure, and fine dimness
dreams are wasted, as moments grow aimless...

On either sides of the window lie
long streets of lights, where life...

Just because I don't speak,
it doesn't mean; I don't know...

My mind; a highway
bearing hosts of arrivals...

What else would a metaphor
do, except for adding a color...

Deep Inside
I'm the lost path of all wanderers...

I tired the hours wandering
nearby saddened forests...

I find comfort in torn shoes,
more than I do when...