Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden.
They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them.
I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.
I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.
Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.
Rats live on no evil star