Clearer the thought,
deeper the soul,
more original I am,
the lonelier I become.

...thought I was the ocean on earth.

I found out that I was
a puddle that the
rain made and
the sun
vapourized.

After I put the wedding ring on your finger,
you became the ring leader and I became the circus monkey.

Painting is the silence of thought.
Color becomes the freedom of its vision.

I asked my mother while I was in the womb.
what is the meaning of life?
whether my birth is necessary?

She said "I don't know the answer for the first question. You can discover it yourself"

For the second question she said
" your birth is necessary for me to
  become a mother"

That ended my hopes of saving myself from the inevitable.

Life is inevitable for the unlucky.

I wanna write a poem
about the silence of falling snow.

...Voila!