I think I’m okay, or perhaps, I am more than...
Who knows...

I came to be nothing but a shell
swayed by ocean waves...

To feel my love be born
And then to see it'll grow...

upstairs, the alarm clock
goes crazy trying to wake up my neighbors...

I have not written my thoughts.
I used to carry with myself a phone...

I know knowing about the unknown
is something that I will know someday...

May be I'm broken
And I can no longer hold the light in me...

Poetically,
I must be dying...

I supposed that I'm nothing more than just a rose
some flower growing up a few thorns...

I figured, its just the way that I am...
It's the way that I write...

All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...

Yesterday
you took a stake, and with it...