Time is life
spent in the amnesia...

I hold your hand
to feel you...

They were united
before the world split to two...

Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...

Horizon is the
conundrum of terminus...

We are two glasses rolling,
and gushing each other with sand...

The breeze whispered to me:
see...

The memory of oceans
lingers in her eyes...

I don’t know
why I am nobody...

What a hugless night!
Such infectious cruelty...

Born to break my breath,
life contradicts life always...

I breathe not just to live, but to undo
the shape this world has forged in bone and...