The windows have been rattling
in my nightmares for two months now...

Pack a bag of essentials,
a bottle of water, a whistle...

I wish my skin was a couple of
shades whiter, so you could sympathize...

One day I'll wake up from
a deep sound sleep, stretch in my bed...

Are you scared? Because I'm not.
Not anymore...

I'm sorry that I'm deceitful,
that I look just fine, except I'm not...

I've always been the first
to fall, and through my falling, others...

On the way back home, I crack
my memory open to rehearse the stories...

You broke your pen in half,
a year ago...

Two days before the moving day,
I found a videotape left among other things...

No more
rationalization...

Our dinner table has deep dishes
brimmed with poison and words and...