when comes
the fluence in silence
and
solitude in crowd
you are ready for poetry....

If you were to undress me
you would watch
as I peeled off and discarded my wings.
You trusted the mirage
that covered up the void
behind my eyes.
My existence is nothing but illusion.
My halo is nothing but mirrors.

hey daddy i
have been trying for so...
long

please may i talk to
you?

forgive me to disturb you i
know you're a genius
as well as a soldier

may i?

If you want to know the truth
Go back to yourself.

I keep telling myself,
I'll leave when I am tired,
when I am done hurting,
when I have run out of love,
and yet here I am,
still clinging on to you.