When have you stopped
searching for others in you...

How and how much do you sell your conscience?
How, how much and to whom...

Awareness is not ours
we merely swim in it like a fish in a fish tank...

Suture up your wounds
for the pain to stop feeding from your neglect...

Time's perfection-lost
That's why in true perfection...

We often get so
used to ourselves we forget...

These rivers of cries are endless
because oceans are connected...

Me and you
lover and foe...

This makes no sense.
What is this sound...

The fires that bake the bread
in the oven of uneven rages and broken hearts...

Love is a line between two points.
Love is the force to erase that line...

Who is vandalizing this bench
in the garden of my thoughts, my heartfelt words...