But my future is a secret. / It is as shy as a mole.

It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the person who should have written it.

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.

I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.

Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.