the world is
a big bowl of cereal...

I feel
like music notes are listened to by just reading...

my competition is like a mirror
I wish to not break...

Rain drip-drops on my skiN
Umbrella is broken, hellO...

I am calm
I am like a drop falling towards a pond...

I cry like a dark cloud
passing by...

Some days I’m a wilted flower
yearning for the clouds to rain upon me...

There once was a flower
so wild and rare...

Oh my Lord
let me be water...

slipping
slipping...

Be creative, they say
make sure your words are beautiful, they say...

The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...