Everything settles before me -
my breath...

Filtering brainwaves,
a demon gliding down the Nile...

Dreams are not tangible
yet I grip my pen to recount...

I open the windows, move
aside pale curtains, and...

Apple cinnamon tea
..fragrant with spices...

(trigger warning)
I don’t care anymore...

Come, bring me the hook. But first, prepare
me, ready the waters. I do not have gills or...

Grace
ensuing...

I still believe in love,
somehow...

The sage spirits of my ancestors fly overhead
telling that the high lands to the north and south...

I don't know what to write
without mentioning your name...

Look outside quickly,
Do you see that shooting star...