In my room

Cups're holding hands together.

And shadows on the walls

Resemble awkward zombies...

I stop returning calls.



It is autumn. Dark and gloomy.

As dark as me inside.

And silence is soothing.

It whispers  “say good night”



I want to sleep forever

Best wishes, dear Earth.

But angels said: “HE is there"

It makes me go forth.


November 2016


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