How obsolete our
union is comparing to...

The fire is ergo
everlasting the moment...

Fasten up every
button to the very last...

This moment is all
there is and ever will be...

Empty spaces are saturated by omnipresence
when...

The morning dew of your feelings,
the lucidness...

They crucify you
upon the uneven scales...

You hurt the true hearts and try to hide it from...
You hide your fangs...

Somewhere in distance
boundaries would bind together...

My pains have increased,
so have I, my tolerance...

When the truth is not lonely!
When the truthful is not one and only...

First, I learned that
my aunty was schizophrenic...