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...

Are you gone?
Nah, I’m still here...

i don’t know, I wish I knew
but i don’t know...

a rose i drench with love
in hopes it’ll wither not...

Rain drip-drops on my skiN
Umbrella is broken, hellO...

I feel
like music notes are listened to by just reading...