Every day that is to come,
I know I will be glue...

Love, you are like a bee,
You make my heart buzz and buzz...

a bird soars
opening its wings...

Is it possible God...
That we are like flour being sifted...

I don't want to zone out.
I want to remain as conscious of my life...

Many times I have wondered,
If the sky is blue or brown...

man are like candles
the more you turn them on...

Where have my dreams gone to?
I know that in a wake, I left them with my sleep...

May thunders and lightings fall upon my bones,
I want to become dust...

I
Sometimes...

One day, the Dust said to a Broom,
“Love, sweep me off the floor...

As I walk the streets,
and as the sunsets...