I cannot see the future
And I do not see the past...

Dear diary,
I met her again today...

Your bottomless eyes,
full of joy and happiness...

I see a light at the
end of the tunnel...

This garden of Eden,
is a circus to them...

I am rowing and rowing
down a lake of fire...

Like bees to their
queen we flock to her...

From griffonage to graphospasm
the noctivagant hand wanders...

Bottomless like the deepest abyss,
Their color aleatory like waves...

What are dreams where the sun endlessly beams
If the stars never rise and let me see your...

Poetry and reading are for women,
and games and series are for nerds...