Which is more valid,
to be, or not to be...

In a thin shirt of feeling,
a young girl...

When kisses fade,
when love drifts into hibernation...

The sun,
still seems to turn around the earth...

We have nothing but time,
yet time is nothing...

Be an embrace in which I may weep,
a solace against the restless grind...

Ignorance—darkness—
is bliss for the underworld creatures...

In the heart of night, I called her name.
In the half-light nightmare of day, I called her...

The distance
between stars and seconds...

What we call personal
is not...

After the night,
and after the sight...

Our childhood fades, its dream undone,
and wonder hides from everyone...