Say goodnight .
Say goodbye.
The roots are calling
The time of carrying your satchel of troubles everyday has come to 31st December.
You've passed th..
I go outsideSmoke.Grab the remains of the cigaretteThrow them in my red pocketAnd walk back.Trying to make a sculptureWith that dustWhich means much.I..
A cigaretteFor my bridged love,Standing as a treeWith fruits that I love.Plug in my headphones,Ignore the passing waves.My soft intimacy,Hidden in cav..
I findMy place in here,Along this roomWith words that sooth.Carry my burden,Feed the child.See the dayWith the truth.Carry onStuttering words,You're n..
Dark day,Hanging clouds speak.Softly shouting,These beads are weak.Swiftly walkingDown the streetNot afraidIn need of no sheet----Thunder's afraid ofT..