from a closed window
a girl with teary eyes watches...

You said her skin was the ocean
you would gladly swim in...

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

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

once,
i was a balloon...

“To the left. Now to the right. Keep on driving.
Keep on moving. The wheels of time remain intact...

I used to write a poem a day
but who am I kidding...

May the sun! May the moon!
May the stars and the sea...

a mind so full of thoughts
has ventured into a road...

a toddler
rocks to sleep...

teeth clenched tightly into skin
blood dripping from within...

It pours! It pours!
into this little lagoon...