Sometimes the silence can be like thunder.
I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.
A poem is a naked person... Some people say that I am a poet.
Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I've got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed.
Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.