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...

Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...

Creativity
Please don’t mind me...

I feel as depressed
as a skateboarding ramp...