Parallels,
creator and createe...

Stains would always shine
in the daylight but the light...

How heavy is the
free and uninhibited...

Why impelling feeling with talks,
bottling up something ethereal...

The hours—
they are pilgrims of solitude...

First, I learned that
my aunty was schizophrenic...

Looking upon the red canvass
of flower buds...

Oh I belong to you
Like a prince who lost his kingdom...

First Glance
Everything...

If loneliness were a flower,
it would be the most blossomed bloom in the...

Hardcore feminism
in all aspects...

A star burns, flickers
within the fractures of these faces...