There isn’t any time,
there is only the zero of “now...

How his jolly heart dashed
into the barbwire fence of...

How unlimited
we are, limiting ourselves...

Look, isn't it fairer
where I am the only one...

Things in essence are
the same though interpreted...

Woods are born to burn
It is the trees burning to...

I love and you leave
and then I leave, and you love...

We keep on going
for we are not really...

It was raining.
Wind was straining...

Why just the violin can speak the truth
when all the sounds are disingenuous...

Everything is running,
seemingly towards somewhere...

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