A coffee and a pen is all we started,
You're a hero and I'm always a villain...

Alone in the table,
while sipping brewed coffee...

When a serenade night...
ticks on the wall clock...

Carry me
down to the aisle...

For the ant to think of the human brain
For the plant to have sapiential strain...

What do I wrote?
Blank...

As time pours me waters of life
The detergents of struggles emerge...

Burning candles,
With that body made of wax...

Calla Lilly who was once sit in her silence,
her whisper dry, lips thin...

What an eye can see,
the wind provokes...

Empty desk an empty paper,
with my blank head, my warm blanket...

Thoughts and wisdom encapsulated
there in the embryo of congested time...