Whatever to others we do,
whether in the scale of “so many” or a...

They scare us with death
Until we are frightened of living...

Why just the violin can speak the truth
when all the sounds are disingenuous...

It was raining.
Wind was straining...

Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...

I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes...

These lessons are what gluing us together,
to this world...

When you hid behind
the beauty of your mask...

No one is behind these closed doors.
There are no birthday parties...

You cannot help yourself
being beautiful...

One and two are another paradox,
two absolutely diverse opposites...

The greatest place to
hide your misdeeds is behind...