The gales howled down
out of my house...
Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books...
The rambling inside you continued,
while you sat in that square room...
“your clavicle is the horizon
I always swim towards...
Always think of you
When I see their colorful...
plump dumplings simmer
warm food fills my stomach...
Yet again she wanders
over pale yellow petals...
I always dreamed that
in the mountains, I would...
I’ve been addicted
to words since...
Darkness
Reveal the light...
I've built sculptures
out of daydreams...
So one look at the bottle
I decided now is the time...