I dreamt of nights with black
stars gazing in my eyes...

Sometimes,
I feel like an old soul trying to find rest...

Every morning,
run...

I am tired
Just tired...

I threw letters at a sheet of paper
as if they were darts...

Oh let’s run...
Let’s run a program in our minds...

First, I was a can of soda,
bubbly and sweet...

A boxer
boxes men...

If in between your lips, a butterfly laid still
Still as if your lips were two petals: carmine...

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

As dark as the mole in your chin,
as white as it is your sin...

If I were shooting stars traversing skies,
it'll be because I am in search of you...