Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets.
I am gazing-- desires unaware of destiny frisk about my mindscape like children.
Light jumping out of window is staring the dark from afar.
I salute my desires with a bow.were it not for them to come and playmind would be empty just like me.
an uneasy rhythm of life is more life like than an easy death
I wake up with the news
I feel my body,
desperate to know whether
I'm still alive.