I lost my voice...
when my fingers stopped typing on a keyboard...

There are plenty of ideas
for one to explore alone...

Life is an ice cube
floating in this glass of Earth...

I'll never be a pillow under your head,
easing you to sleep at night, right mother...

Do you see that peach on that tree?
The one that hangs so tightly free...

Hear... HERE.
there's a cat outside my door...

At the bottom
of the button of a rose...

I can't seem to understand,
the mysteries of life...

I have not repeated myself as much as before...
When I wrote, the repetition seemed to repeat...

I cannot explain the way I feel...
Today...

There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...

The truth is...
a key on my keyboard...