i love the fact that i know you're there.
the fact that you're breathing and living...

a perfect day
is when i'm with you...

The world is too big and time is too short.
Breathing tomorrow is coming through...

i can't write anything.
i cannot explain...

I was raised in another place
where racial differences...

*a poem about the dreaded WRITER'S BLOCK*
come to me...

You were there, so close.
But I couldn't take a glance...

I don't know which path to take...
will You show me the way...

I hope that when I see you
And meet you the first time...

Deep in my heart laid embers
That warmly flares up all day...

The sun floats still
On a late September...

Friendship is such a life saver-
Only it's genuinely richer and better...