When a chapter of your life is at
every moment seems to bleed and
every hands you shake will not mov
and every day is a million years a
every step seems not to take step

There are two art of wisdom; we ea
One seem like a sting of success,
Is filled with the sponge, soap an
Wisdom by losing is a cup crafted
To drink, shower and weep in it; i

Give me
A guitar
With
No strings,
Mouth me

There is this thing
It frightens me and
Scary at the same time,
They are tiny voices
Very small but weirdly

As knowledge will enrich its own s
For so many comfort peace
Will make aware,
For so many sheet our bed
Will yearn, for so many seeds

Most of them
Lives here
But as a
Visitor I
Lecture them

I always
Knew she
Was going
To be hot
But not

All this
Words looks
Exactly the
Same
I bet

I have spread the sheet to my bed
Now that there is no more experien
Now there is no more poetry, and n
There is nothing new to write abou
Under the sun or far away from bey

Of one you once loved
with fetish heart
Of one you once cared
With all you had
Of one you once prayed