The center of my sins
stuck behind a blocked door,
circled by hollow deeds
spread on my lifetime’s floor

Nothing is dark when you embosom your own light within you

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment

I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.

I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.

Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony