Today, I woke up to a post preaching
about how people like me shouldn't be...

I never accepted the sunrise because each heave...
would only burden me with flashbacks of light...

You are - scent, a world with roulettes of mists...
sweetness but hold mysteries...

I see you, mother,
dipping out from the shadows...

You let me lead your heartbeat
alongside the broken road of...

-Written July 21, 2010...

I was cleaning,
you were making...

There were never any deaths on those
cold-hearted tiles, but there was a prominent...

I don't hate you, how could I?
It's true that I have distanced...

It's exhausting to spend all my energy for the day...
This moment that hits me like a tidal wave...

there are frantic attempts to
fill the blank spaces...

I see it all stripped bare,
the altar where You sacrificed...