death wish

if i were an atheist, I'd kill myself just now
decaying on soil six feet below
no heaven nor hell on the next stop
just dead...

silent space

it's true
i am a chaos in quiet

gloomy cloud on the edge of bright sky

noise on old cassettes play

mixed grounds on hot coffee you hold

there's nothing in that chaos to hold on
an empty space without entropy

not enough yet

me here and she across
we're nothing, but..

we talked about rain

asking my favorite color

sayin good morning each other

calling her silly

being mad

but you there across, in a distance
we're nothing but good friend
she said