You know,
every kid knows or has an idea...

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

You see, everyday, when I’m at work
I scan the same familiar fruits...

When your blankets refuse to warm you up
and your pillow stops letting you hug it tight...

whatever happened to me
to the dreamer who dreamt to dream...

I thought the fountain of my tears
had gone dry a year ago...

upstairs, the alarm clock
goes crazy trying to wake up my neighbors...

for every lie,
I place a pillow between us...

Dear,
you are like old gunpowder...

an egg on the countertop
rolls...

Yesterday
you took a stake, and with it...

The sun up high does shine too bright
upon a daffodil in sight...