Only the human can become inhuman,
every day you meet this person.

Where am I going to stay, if I go away.

Late last night, before I fell into a hopeful slumber, the thought of losing you struck me quite suddenly, and I refused to open my eyes and turn over to look at the other side of the bed, because I knew, that if I allowed myself to do so, I’ll be awake to that painful reality.

Sadness
is the water filling my lungs
and flooding my throat.

I still can't sleep at night because you wander across my eyelids,
but you'll never know.

How can nothingness
cause the death
of something and death
pave way to
more life
?