it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...
Eventually, I will
depart from this land...
I still see you
at the bend of yesterday...
Tonight,
the shadow in my closet is...
I anchored my faith to you.
My feet stopped kicking cold...
you come
with sudden rain...
Our secret remained hidden for so long
But everything ruined when humans came along...
I'm not quite as restless as the
last rainfall. Though some may...
I hear broken syllables
mixed with chaotic traffic...
I’m like a grocery’s cart being pushed
around a store...
There's earthquakes between my
eyes and I can't even knock...
I'm lost in my umbrella
But my jacket's nearly soaked...