As I stood there,
stood to watch the clouds fading...

I like it,
I love it...

I sit,
waiting nothing to give birth to peace of heart...

My behavior do not hate
for sure i ddn't mean to fake...

Tear broken down
to painful memories...

Still I cry
it is not mine...

It burns,
like the thread of dry spirit down my throat...

A soul,
so beat to its foul...

Drowning from self loathing,
I tear-down my heart piece by piece...

To my unborn child,
Firstly...

Ancient cries
still floating between things...

At night
I look at the sky...