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...