I held on to thingsWhich seemingly cauterized my wounds.They built plagues upon me,Sounding awful even in name alone.I never thought a thoughtCould cu..
Of what things have I become?A ray of sunshine? A water spot on glass?Am I everything or am I nothing?Am I beautiful or am I a nuisance to eyes?Do suc..
I'm emancipating myselfFrom this room of snakes.I got a tongue in my mouthThat is filled with secrets.This allowance of breathIs financing my solemnit..
To have a gift would be to have a curse.For the curse is to see the jealousy in the ignorant,The empathy in the well-natured,And the pity and sympathy..