How blooming looks the
dying bloom for undying...

Running into it,
as running away from it...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

Worshipping in everywhere in a rose leaf
or in a celebration of the day in a drop of water...

_To those who have a soul_
The shrine of loneliness musing...

In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...

If I have been in your town
for some times...

-“You have deflowered all the blooms in the...
You deserve to be dead...

She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...

The true love is when
one love something for itself...

Actually
it was in the apple of your eyes...