Sometimes you wonder,
Is this really what I am meant to do...

My sadness is just like water
it evaporates but then it condensates...

To know the truth
it's as if not knowing it at all...

With lips that kiss my lips till I'm left with
With nothing but a crave to be just with...

If I just knew that God does not exist
And that once Death comes to approach us all...

I hate blaming others for my actions
For it is I and only I who is to be blamed for...

I want to be free
perhaps if I stop wanting to...

You are two extended palms
facing one another, touching...

That’s it.
My body is my prison...

I'm troubled.
there's too much chaos...

How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...

Oh fluffy, whitey pillow!
when night do comes...