The Soul Inside Me Is

I Think The End Is Endless. It's Either A Big Black Hole Or A Big White Light Or Both Together. But It's Totally Meaningless, Because Even If Someone Would Explain It, I Wouldn't Understand It.

I Wanted To Be Calm, Like A Mound With All Its Cities Destroyed, And Tranquil, Like A Full Cemetery.

Love Is Like A Reservoir Of Kindness And Pleasure, Like Silos And Pools During A Siege.

Even If A Poet Writes About Sitting In A Glass House Drinking Tea, It Reflects Politics.

Love Is Like A Reservoir Of Kindness And Pleasure, Like Silos And Pools During A Siege.