Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...

In the rainbow boxes of preference,
they each are...

Before the game of gamble, starts
it is already paid for...

Whatever starts must
also end. Whatever ends...

When I write something
I make sure that I'm written...

You were digging deep
for flaws in me yet you...

For the nurses they are old lesions
but for the patients...

Who is vandalizing this bench
in the garden of my thoughts, my heartfelt words...

Thus, whispered an hourglass in my ears:
No rock would ever survive the onslaught of time...

You looked at my skin and said:
you are not bleeding enough...

Tell me why flowers
do not last...

To P&Q
She said that I was too sad, too damaged...