I'm not defined by my outer appearance
That first glance of what you can see...
I have survived
thousands of years...
Silvery tangles frame
a face spun with spider threads...
As more voices intruded
poked then prodded...
She went to his house, thinking they were friends
Not knowing that this night, her subconscious life...
In My Eyes
Daddy...
Hello Mom P-
It's been a year and ten months...
I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...
Where snowflakes fall and fluid flows chilled,
across the ocean's path where the air stands...
"Forgive me if I cling like
static, I've just been...
Your scent
is like a cigarette smoke film...
I wanted to write a love story. You know the kind,
where torrential downpours didn't mean soggy...