Words have teeth
like silky sharks...

Think
of every cell in your body...

Hug him more fiercely.
Retain how it feels...

In twenty days, I'll
turn twenty five. Twenty five...

Quite disturbing,
the wrinkles on skin. We drink...

You go from a corner
to another, as my eyes watch...

I'm not angry on behalf of
my father, who took his last...

I usually command you
to bear my burden...

All I know is that
light is merely a bunch of photons...

I am more like
a surreal painting...