Orange
Earth, the place I was born Round as oranges Horizon sharp as a grass blade I sit in front of a rectangular window Starring at the flurry...
Apple
I'm writing amid the chirping of birds that flutter in the moist air of March. As I sit on a bench in my made-in-China and...
What lasts in this world when nothing lasts at all?
What lasts in this world when nothing lasts at all? Does that mean we can ignore the mundane parts of life and feed on passion instead?...
I know, and I don't know
I was trained to care and not to care about certain things in the world And they call that —knowledge.
I am a cloud floating in the sky, and the sky is stored inside a jar
I am a cloud floating in the sky, and the sky is stored inside a jar. Each day I watch a part of me drizzle, on dirt puddles, on metallic...
Sometimes
Sometimes, (gotta begin with 'sometimes' because most of the time I lose my mind around people) When I'm at an exhibition opening where...