I felt and I feel this feeling in me
some type of feeling...

Man, I don't know...
But I could be a bottle...

I almost missed you!
I knew I should have aimed towards your heart...

i
at midnight...

And to think that I used to write everyday,
And now, I just write every other time...

Everyday,
I usually walk in rhythm with my thoughts...

I want to be a watermelon
and roll...

A deer eats green grass
as winds sway pastures in warning...

Every morning,
run...

When writing a poem, I was told:
"Do not repeat the same words.&quot...

I miss them moments, like the rain
like Xanthe, showering PnQ with fame...

I can't seem to understand,
the mysteries of life...