I love the night's heart
when you must dig hard inside...

This moment is all
I am able to have for...

If I ask you what the colour of your eyes is
you would say blue...

Humanity is
the experiences of...

A plastic rose last
forever for it is dead...

To survive the night
the little bloom is to pick...

O look how that moth
exchanged its rubicund wings...

Complete me you do
because I am nothing and...

I love all the curves of this world
But I rather to be straight like an arrow...

The mediocre truth:
There is no truth but...

Roses are countless
so as the pages of this...

Poor little insect
finding his way back home in the maze of...