When the nights do come and when the days do too,
When I might be asleep or I might be awake...

There's a tiny pretty little girl with curls
who twirls and swirls her almost braided hair with...

Sometimes,
I chain my thoughts and lock my vision...

Where have my dreams gone to?
I know that in a wake, I left them with my sleep...

man are like candles
the more you turn them on...

When I think of you
I see stars, a river, and a boat...

I don't want to zone out.
I want to remain as conscious of my life...

So far, I’ve written some poems for you
some about love...

Just now,
I read, “at least we are under the same sky...

My lord, tomorrow when it’s dark and cold
and hopes are grounds that shake without control...

a bird soars
opening its wings...

Upon waking up,
I see sunshine rays shining through closed...