From nothing to everything
we are...

It is utterly futile
to argue with yourself...

I am the fire!
Thus...

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

Dark hair
white teeth...

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

Sometimes, in the getaway of how
You've become a hero...

I apologise to the God of poetry
that I wasn’t writhing for the right reasons all...

O green goddess ,
who're dancing and ogling on the stage of wind...

They grieve their loved ones
to death then are the loudest...

The guardhouse of loneliness—
where the truth of oneself unfolds...

Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...