What we are born in them as identities
are never as shameful as...
If you are truthful
you are everyone...
The moon,
I...
Not to kill or harm
they just improvise justice...
In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...
-“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...
Worshipping in everywhere in a rose leaf
or in a celebration of the day in a drop of water...
Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...
Running into it,
as running away from it...