I am calm
I am like a drop falling towards a pond...

I cry like a dark cloud
passing by...

I am a thorn
Ingrown in my own heart...

Oh my Lord
let me be water...

Dim me like you do the light
I’ll still be brighter than you are...

my words are a tomb
I bury myself in...

I am nobody
and might always be like such...

Ah writing
It’s like fire burning wood...

I think my voice is gone
though I feel it in my chest...

I hate blaming others for my actions
For it is I and only I who is to be blamed for...

I want to be free
perhaps if I stop wanting to...

hello, my friend, how have you been?
since you’ve been gone, this site is quiet...