I wonder if God created you first
or the world...

The meal now is cooked Bob.
From now on, the fire would only ruin your meal...

All my desires, my longing
to reach inside you...

Through the lenses of my tears
I turn on my eyes lucent chandelier...

When one cannot write
It is not writers block...

The tail of a dog
diving into the water...

The yoyo was fetching
with the pupil of my eyes...

Our expanding
only circles to reflect in the given radius...

Two is a good number
Because you are not lonely at least...