There is no other two words I hate more than these two.Something casual. It seems safe to define the nature of the relationship upfront,Mutual agreement then established that there was never a formal relationship.Never started, and thus can’t be said to have an...
(I always feel, living mainly for food and physical comfort is like taking a bath in a warm swamp, hopeless and falling. Yet living while not giving in, we strugglers, has rendered the sky with a rainbow, a shiny blessing to all those are trying, here is my story and...
No less, a part of this surroundingThe tall ceiling, windows like towersAnd the broken light lyingLike a hand, softly against the altar,Than here, with the gentle, frozen eyesOf statues, palms pressed softlyTogether, forms of graceFormulas to recite, andFootsteps to...
Space. The endless roll of green on greenThe endless blue, the turning, softlyOf the leaves, and the spears of grassIn ropes of shade and turns of lightThe soil gives life, and leaves it, leaflessGrey roots buried deep and dyingWorming spears shear undergroundGreen...
(The short poem is to dedicated to the song “Lemon” by Kenshi Yonezu, which has accompanied me in the nights that hope has seemed fade away.) I remembered the day you talked to me in the rain.You said, pain will be temporary and so is your existenceI remembered that...
