In the discomfort of the silence,in the mess of my disentangled self,the vertigo of the one-way stream…
from behind the windowpaneI watch the trees changing position,the wide flag…
Looking back with ancient eyesat the blasted faces of the moonyou greet the devastation with a blank.
at last, we’ve settled a boundary between expectations and lived lives
Inside the cloud, the dreams enlink in long strings,Outside the cloud, the body finds a face…
at the end of the dayyou should be happy because you tried hard to paint that smile…