We float in present
spreading in past...

I was looking for heroes,
being ignored of the fact...

On and on forever
the perfection lost...

He mumbled:
_for a man who writes just for his shadow...

Time is spiral film
a reel...

It was not a glass menagerie of thorns
it was a a flower house...

Was it the disease that killed me
or...

Sometime is utterly hard to see,
this is not the world, as we see...

To be here,
To listen...

I did not just fall in love with you
I remembered you...

The most beautiful time of your life,
can't be captured...

There are flowers that they bloom in darkness
but the reason they bloom in darkness...