My eyes are my messengers,
For they speak my words.

They hide dark secrets in them too,
For they don’t trust anyone.

They are deeper than the sea,
They are the mirror of my soul.

My eyes are my messengers,
They are the doorway to my heart.

When my sadness creeps over,
They cry a river.

They help me count stars,
They help me fly oceans.

My eyes are the best part of me
Not because how they look but because how they see

Our memories are like shells
that form
constellations
in the
cold
cold
sand
The friction of such can cause
the same sound
of your
forgotten
giggle
Our oceans,
aligned with pink skies,
clouded our minds
as we
isolate
reality
You are one of the most
precious ornament
I've ever collected
within my
island
Only if high waters doesn't shove little things
Only if sails are stable in every swift
Only if mermaids are forever singing
Only if we learned how to keep

Hear the oceans
that cry
swathed in morose.
See the trees
that wilt
adorned with dying figures.
Feel the incoming downfall
that earth
is warning us.

It is time
to take
vital awareness.

Our home is decaying.

— Y.H.

earth's lament,
gentle fervor.

I never told you I would leave.
Us;
In an airplane over Russia;
Our feet slipping into skates too small;
Sipping a distinctive type of chai.
You know me too familiar.
When I shiver, so do you.
We speak in our own language,
One in which the light bends
From your sapphire eyes;
One in which we are twins.
We burn together.

in summer.
To be free.

<I love you in every transatlantic mile.>