It’s funny how we don’t account for time,
as he just finds his way and slips right...
I remove my washable
face-mask and guiltily gulp...
you're afraid to close your eyes
once you do the world...
I thought I could get over you...
So many years passed...
the sky closes her eyes
and you feel your body...
I wish to cast off my mortality
And lay it down to rest...
I'm trapped in another
nightmare...
My Mhamo is beautiful,
her eyes sparkle...
why do you ache
in heavy strokes of despair...
You’re not an illusion
you’re real to me...
it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...
Eventually, I will
depart from this land...