What drives my mind crazy
the stillness of the rain
when our heads are exploding
miraculously pounding,
begging for deliberated smiles
the fingers might have bled
from circumstances we could never stop
to interfere could make it worse...
but my knee jolted when no one knocked,
my industrious heart, pleading to be let go of.

Bull's eye. I have dreamed about this not so long ago.

Do you ever wonder what's inside a basket full of shame?
that actually resembles to a pack of soul we filled
when the stories have been torn, pages by pages
when the river stopped overflowing, now it is dreaded.

Even when I'm sleeping
I can feel my heart dropping, melting
like an avalanche...
at least it's still beating, right?