The blankness of canvases and silence of papers
pouring over horizons...

The respite is shortening
like my hair in the barber shop...

I was tiptoeing on the bough of a bird’s elation...
As much as the bird was clinging onto my finger...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

I did not just fall in love with you
I remembered you...

A black butterfly
sprinkling the dust of its flutter...

O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...

Darkness never takes completely over
even after the light is...

What an endless night!
What a cruel life...

Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car
I can see that crack's dissemination...

I learned your name from the crystalline ghosts
when moon was germinating your reflection on the...

All these roads are as the print of lashes
on his body...