the clouds of cloudland
cast a light of pastel slate
through dripping windowpanes

and as if in a dream
we move and touch
I feel your loving lips
take in all that is yours
all I can give to you
in this enchanted moment
we carved
   in sudden desperation
out of the marble stream of time

           * *

the darkness of the mind
has gorges fathoms deep
with asphalt bitterness

tar babies of the soul
abound and toddle clumsily  
around in endless orbs
that neither know their center
nor their course

a ghastly crowd
   of orphans
floating by open doors
   unaware

With your every smile
There's those wrinkles by your eye
And on your stubby cheeks
A dimple on each side
How I wish you would smile for me
Just this one last time

do I actually like you or am I just infatuated

I can count days by the number of my dreams.

nobody really knows about life. some people are trying to be the good ones. some people aren't, this kind of people never feel enough and scared to try more. people are creating their own world. social media, wealthy, popularity and everything that similar with it. they never really knows about life, they're just doing something so they can live for tomorrow. 24 hours is not enough for human. they don't know that the true beauty is inside their soul. they are wasting their time just to be a good person, they don't realize by be a positive soul can create a good personality.