Ah writing
It’s like fire burning wood...

As dark as the mole in your chin,
as white as it is your sin...

If I were shooting stars traversing skies,
it'll be because I am in search of you...

I thought the fountain of my tears
had gone dry a year ago...

Let's drink tonight
with a toss up to the moon...

If our world was to collapse in a clash
would you then hold my hand close to your heart...

Stress
please quit stressing me up...

Sometimes,
life closes on people...

Life is like a balloon
inflating...

I was like a chocolate box under your desk;
Hidden for everyone else, except for you...

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

his fan blows
the artist...