Sometime I want
to say to myself, why don't...

Like ghost particles
we came near each other...

Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that...

I dig your secret
life, under wraps of clouds...

A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was...

In small pieces
you come back to live...

Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you...

Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready...

The contours of
jutting bones refuse to...

O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you...

Would you remain
you, after the time lapse...

The mission to
know myself failed...