yesterday as I was watching the numbers of people...
I was thinking how much I love the numbers...

Our time together has come to an end.
The roads we walk diverge...

She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds of books that no one read...

may pillows gather at my feet
and pile their way to my head...

The sun up high does shine too bright
upon a daffodil in sight...

I wandered barrels in between my steps
Always falling to the ground in tears...

I don't know
My brain is not working...

Upon waking up,
I see sunshine rays shining through closed...

I was like a wheel rolling,
Just rolling...

My lord, tomorrow when it’s dark and cold
and hopes are grounds that shake without control...

Back in the days,
when loneliness befriended me and...

To be like some bugs...
Oh and be squashed by feet...