embroiled snow of solitude, a meadow of coldness
where all the vivacious beings have died down
tearing down blizzards embellished decaying soil
with delicate fleecy fluff fallen down from the sky

collected trees with no leaf, coated with white fuzz
howbeit strong, keeping their thin stalks to an end
years by years, the trees fastened to each other closer
holding what is left, leaving what is now behind

they started to get weaker whenever getting too close
touching their haulm with another's haulm breaks them
and the tangled roots started to unravel themselves
with one another, they became really weak alone

in the end of the world where everything has been buried
only two trees have been left apart on a tiny ground
without holding each other's fangs, they lived together
happily, until each of them slowly progressed to vanish

should I stay
or should I go.
i wonder all day
what I should do.

this love so pure,
so rare to find.
i try to act mature,
but I mind.

you're my dilemma,
never there for me.
never here to stay.
tell me to let go.
tell me to hang on.

One keeps the home fires burning
The other
Sets the spark for a blazing inferno
One is practical
The other?
What to do?
He wants his cake
And wants to eat it too
All three
Have cake
Lying around here
Some probably
going stale
Some
Probably
Mighty sweet

I am standing at the door.
I am staring at the door.
I don't know what's on the other side of the door.
And I don't want to know.
But I want to open the door.
But I can't.
I look behind me and see my life.
I see my life that's calling at me.
I see failure and I see joy.
Both of them make me want to turn the ****.
I reach out to the door and I stop.
My body is paralyzed, my mind gone.
My mind is gone.
Where is my mind?
Somebody help me find my mind.
My body is paralyzed.
My eyes are fixed at the door.
I am too scared to turn the ****.
For some reasons, the door opens itself.
I gaze right through it.
I see nothing but I see everything.
There is nothing but there is everything.
Its pitch black darkness shine so bright that it blinds me.
I look back again and its raining.
On the other side, it snows.
I love snow and I hate rain.
But don't I hate snow and don't I love rain?
What do I like? What do I not?
The door is open, I take a step forward.
Fear overwhelms my body and I take a step back.
John screams from the distance, Don't go.
I don't want to,John but I do.
I face the door again and feel a breeze.
It brushes my face and soothes my soul.
But somehow the pleasure turns into pain.
I'm too scared to go in, I'm too scared to turn back.
The ground beneath me starts shaking.
The mirrors in the room shatter.
And the shards fly right towards me.
Each of them singing my favourite song.
Do they hit me, do they cut me?
I don't know.
But I am standing at the door.
I am staring at the door.
And the door is staring right back at me.

Dilemma is not!
Against my will, faith or way
Coming toward you!

If I were insane,
how would I know?

I can't get this thought out of my head that maybe I am,
or maybe I'm not.

What if I am?
But what if I'm not?

If I were insane,
would I be able to tell?
And if I am,
what then?

What if, and what if not?...

...These thoughts are literally driving me insane.

Why am I so desperate to be heard?
What is the panicked urgency within?
Why do I scratch my name into the earth,
Tree bark, picnic tables, paper,
In a frenzied bid to make the world understand?

I don't understand.