Thoughts are loud,
voice is quiet.
I'd do anything
to break this silence.
Except speak.
Because my thoughts get tangled,
my words sound mangled,
and then I end up sounding like an idiot
who can't even remember their own name.
And who is to blame?
My anxiety!!!

What about flying birds
When they lost grain
What about all fishes
When they lost water
What about human
When they lost to live
What of the Poet?
When he lost to do...

There's itch in the heart
The itch is untranslated
To the air and infiltrate...

A tasty bright
Between pale
evening and night