Our nakedness is not as deluding as our attires.
Love is a nude self-recognition...

Absolute
is the silence of a canvas...

Tree's inquest is glow
whether in the sunny skies...

Justice is a balance, an equation of something
as deep as our souls...

Oh, the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...

Why must we always
put on an act in order...

Everything would end.
Why we are able to live...

Come to your true self
to defend truth and justice...

In mercantile lives
love is the most bankrupting...

The lines are clear though
you can't see for you've crossed the...

There is something in your eyes
that splashes...

The moon,
I...