Thought of me as you,
I've become you, to return...

Breaking from them to
find who I was, seeing there...

Red in heart
though blue in hue and view...

Silence connotes
all the differences are...

They couldn't bear the burden
of going endlessly up and down...

Poetry is the might
to individuate the most latent blooms...

Continuum is the consolidation of forces
that can not coexist in one (place, time...

The reason of hideousness
is that we could learn beauty...

Distance and love are opposite,
space and hearts...

Things tend to end to deny their endlessness.
Endlessness is where they learn to end...

They border us to make us fight.
When we are separated...

Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...