My love is hard liquor.
Why are you still sober?

Searching space and time.
Sparks igniting dry tinder.
To forge new future.

Buried below pillows
I sail from darkness
towards bright stars
rising behind weeping eyes.

Some poems create
a resonating chamber
deep inside my heart.

We tend to hide
our broken self’s
and look ashamed
from obvious flaws.

But what if you change
your point of view?

And wear those cracks
like precious scars.
Not with pride, but
simple confidence.