Don't let Anyone
make You feel
like Holding
onto Forever
is a Must
after all
Everything you
love
is just Well
arranged Dust

i hate
being white
so much
right now

not because
there's nothing i can do about it

but because
there's nothing you can do about it either

apparently
history repeats itself
like clockwork

How much I know me,
I will ask you one day.

That was a symbolic
wish, if you were on moon
to celebrate your own death,
at the hands of unknown.

The deepest mystery was,
why must you live.

This was a culture of thriving with
make-ups. If you recite
a truth, you become ugly.

Hunted by lymphs and
nodes you cannot walk straight.
You turn back, when
the time of departure comes.

Hail the dead, who
licks the rock-salt in end.

Nothing else was real.

impermanence was
traced
in flowers;

in clouds below
the highway

the hills thawed;
the night cried on.

falling out like
blowing leaves (upon
the pavement, you leaned
in to kiss me? but the sun rose
and the dreams lifted, veiling
your colours; there’s no point
to going on, you whispered, as we
melted slowly.