In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

Do you remember us
as moths trapped...

Years are multiplying!
We celebrate our birthdays...

In me
there is a song...

Don't stretch your arms
like the branches...

In war rather than
saving their lives, they unleash...

When would this vagabondage end?
Where, my friend...

There are ends to the distances
There are ends to all the roads...

I was tiptoeing on the bough of a bird’s elation...
As much as the bird was clinging onto my finger...

Love brings every side of wounds together
and sew through them with pang...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

Buzz!
This was...