I love you, still: like waters streaming tranquil
along a shore or a canal, just like that - still...

My mind is drifting off.
I can't control my thoughts...

I think I was submerged so deeply under water
that now that I have swum towards the surface...

Because Ben wrote a sonnet like a pro,
I have no option but to write one too...

Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain...

I am a plant, aren't I God?
I always seem to extend my faith...

While I sleep, on a cozy dream,
the Earth is a garbage can...

I think.
I just think...

Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...

Honey,
when will be the day...

Your lips, a bottle too subtle,
so supple meant to be taste...

You know, tonight, I was
looking at the sky, I saw you...