To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble