While he asked mercy
for his wrong deeds, they hung him...

There, deep inside the coal mine was pitch black,
Everything was doused in darkness...

It was raining.
Wind was straining...

Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...

You cannot help yourself
being beautiful...

One needs to reflect
into the others to get...

Butterflies ensnared
in the crayon box beneath...

I see how fate
molds into...

The observer and the observee are the same
but we cannot observe that at once...

Always going
never arriving...

They do not give us ruler
to draw the perfect lines...

She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...