In that cafe I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...

In the night all the
inks of the world can not shield...

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

Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...

These lessons are what gluing us together,
to this world...

Look
how inflated I am...

I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes...

The only true dualism is unity,
the unity of equals...

This loneliness is
boundless because we all are...

I am still drawing back the bow
of the arrow...

When you hid behind
the beauty of your mask...

From nothing to everything
we are...