Would you go to death —
invited,
or uninvited?

Send away moons and rainbows,
bypassing,
conveying the energy.

I spin in space —
and love.

Wrapped in a breath,
sparkling without chasing,
floating in research.

Trembling,
I open up —
set among ruins and flowers.

That which constantly flows
in the unexpected
quickly tires —
more unbearable
than the uniformity
of the exceptional.

Starting with pride,
falling into notoriety.

And where do you find yourself
the calmest?

Forest.
Rain.
Music.

Take out the people,
the cigarettes,
and the sunny days.

Leave room for love,
peace,
and kindness.