I woke before the sun
rose, before coffee brewed...

You said I'm like an exploding star,
with just a few too many self-destructive...

Orchestral breakdowns
look pitifully insignificant...

Throw your fears
into past's rugged weather...

I was unamused by the city's blatant
cry for love...

I open my kaleidoscope,
mesmerized by mirror beads...

I want you to get to know me,
to pull me aside, in your chestnut cardigan...

I greeted the dawn boldly,
hoping to encounter a speck...

I enter the confessional
longing for repentance...

My mother cried this morning after dawn's birth;
no, it wasn't the crying of tears nor the release...

The shades of your eyes are
mountain ranges that apprehend...

You got up hours ago at 9 AM with a contented...
Today was a dreamless sleep. Sometimes I prefer...