Why does the water tastes bitter?
Why does the wind smells acrid?
Why does the sunshine looks gray?
Why does the days feel empty?

Visage full of tears,
Abasement due to fears,
Longing and lamentation,
Epitaph and addiction.
Naissance --
Today, I am reborn
Ignify at dawn
Nay, sorry not sorry
Everyone, I am worthy!

And then.
Love fell.
Night is day.
Day is night.
Circling around.
Endless bound.

Sometimes, what we have left are regrets.
Indeed they don't come first.
But living without getting pressed
       is tantamount to a horrifying quest.

The girl was running down the road,
her pigtails were indeed a mess.
The boy was playing with a plastic sword,
his mouth was covered with chocolate mousse.
They were laughing so hard,
but I was astounded when they asked.
"What is truth?"

What is the difference between—
A double-edged sword;
A loaded riffle and;
A sharp tongue?

Have you met her?
The girl whose thoughts—
are kept hidden in her bright neurons.
The lady whose character—
is concealed deep in her bone marrows.
The woman whose actions—
are disguised at the tip of her fingers.
Tell me.
Tell me about her.