I was peeled
into the shape of a human...

My ignorance is like cockroaches
walking through thoughts...

Thinking, thinking...
The clock is ticking...

Lonely lagoon,
In you, I hear a tune of love...

I believe
the Shakespearean language...

And a man once said to a woman:
make me your love...

In an empty desk with a burning mesh,
wax drips like thorns...

I.
"I feel hungry,&quot...

Poetry is like love and life, and time, and death
and what not...

Mother said "the sun will come, open...
as white curtains sang a tune of clish-clash...

Settle, I thought it was settled with the ocean,
but the more I got deeper into its body of water...

At the heart of the mountains, a river fresh...
just as placid, serene, and blue skies - where a...