Seven summers and six winters, the pigeon I sent has still not returned, Eight summers and seven winters… ~AM
if yesterday is a burden to you.
if yesterday is a burden to you, if your yesterday is like an inkblot on a plain white canvas, you…
Next Morning
When I wake up early in the morning, I stay in bed, As if I’m sleeping, I lay in there,…
Homeless
Where the street ends, And nothingness begins, The homeless finds a home, This whole expanse is his, As far as…
Break out
Black painted grills, Stand somewhere in between, Freedom and me, I have scratched them all, With the nails I have,…
