There are a swarms of stars in the sky tonight
but it seems that
I am the only one
who notices them at all
...
She wakes up
In the middle of the ocean
Familiar and strange
A little loneliness
...
Christmas. Oh Christmas.
I think it's better not to get ahead of ourselves.
I think it's better not let it make the fool of us.
We are so rational everyday.
...
"This is what poems are for:
Telling other people the things I can no longer tell you. "
I wonder if I ever exist in your poem?
...
It is terrible inside.
It is even more terrible to feel that I could never get better.
Everything seems to go wrong from the point that I walked away from us
But going back could never fix it
...
Beautiful As Always
There are a swarms of stars in the sky tonight
but it seems that
I am the only one
who notices them at all
But still,
they are as beautiful as always.