I'm once again falling in this depression.
I was told, "don't walk too close from that...

Do you know why you love her poems so much?
Because just like you, she is a beginner...

To awake one day and be
Like a corpse walking in empty streets...

May this day be for you like poetry;
Raw not as meat but as rain . . . refreshing as...

A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...

I met the sword on my saddle today
I took it out...

I once, walking through a sidewalk,
held within my left pocket...

You, my dear, are like a candle.
On and on, just burning, melting...

I was a student roaming through thoughts,
always getting lost in the alleys of people's...

To mind comes
Abandoned thoughts...

Sometimes love,
I feel your shouts like hammers knocking down...

Inside a car, with windows up,
A doll with braided hair, sits...