It's like my brain is running
a clumsy marathon, with one leg...

Fourth floor; chemistry. I watched
how pigeons tumbled from rooftops...

I've been driving alongside waters,
along escorts of windmills, ever since...

At two, I stay awake for you.
At five, my dreams tug at my blanket...

It's like turning off the hot shower
just when its warmth has bribed my skin...

After seven years, I'm still trying
to catch my dreams with binary...

At 1 AM, I still look for her.
The girl I could've been...

You are
sweaty palms to face, clogged pores...

My heart, our anniversary,
bow-tie you never bothered to wear...

These days, alcohol has become
a catalyst to catharsis, despite wine...

If there's still an unidentified child inside of...
then why am I nothing but a photocopy...

Three-hundred pens
on scratchy notebooks...