Hiding in behind
the beauty of your own mask...

Why must we always
pretend in order to be...

Skies are so grey.
It is pouring inside out...

Whiteness would mutate
though never ceases away...

These shoddy people
they all are nothing but ears...

Those who've tried so hard
to sweep him away by brooms...

All her life searching
for real beauty seeing...

The dawns of towns are
empowered by the spirits...

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

Who he lights the lamp of your smiles
occasionally...

Life ends where it begins.
Perfection is a zero in motion...

Carousels
in the carnival of your eyes...