He wanted to be clear
but clarity turns to blank and one must die...

Don’t worry my love
your outer beauty, your withering bloom...

All these roads are the resultants
of the lashings...

You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...

I am
a pendulum...

I am here
there for here is an extension...

Like for all the time
rain was pouring and I was dry...

They do not know
how ignorant they are...

All the truth
is hidden in the moments of a bird silence...

One and zero,
tick and tock...

Time dusts on the clarity of past
And buries them gradually...

Do not give up on your dreams
Do not give up on your dreams...