I bleed and bleed
from the bottom of my heart...

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

I want to be a watermelon
and roll...

I cry like a dark cloud
passing by...

I don't know
My brain is not working...

I dream of you when you are far
as some exceptional bright star...

whatever happened to me
to the dreamer who dreamt to dream...

I feel as depressed
as a skateboarding ramp...

I think.
I just think...

It's my heart. It beats thus I am alive.
But I must confess...

I figured, its just the way that I am...
It's the way that I write...

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