Today, I read a forum in Reddit
about a guy who kindly asked for help...

All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...

Is it feeling that you love me
Or knowing with certainty that you love me...

When empty
it means there’s nothing...

When I look at pictures with an old couple...
I can't help but think of us...

Where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face...

Where has my imagination gone?
It used to be like bees...

Oh saintly night,
you, where the moon strolls by...

White
candles...

When I first laid a bite, I saw black and white;
a bunch of bright stars. What a delight...

Sometimes, I’m a cracked egg
laughing...

If I was the shoe in your foot,
Who was the sock...