I'm the disease; I'm the cure.

Broken; and I don't need to be fixed.
Lost; and I don't need to be found.

Even though in pieces, it's still me
Even if disappeared, it's still me

And myself is what I need,
To break and to be fixed; To get lost and be found.

That makes me beautiful...
...and beautifies everything else

Carte blanche

Life--Don't hold me!
Don't let me go!

For I shall fly though my wings are tattered,
And I shall swim in the waters shallow!


The Shallow enough to drown the fears,
To let the powers emerge.


At this, nothing restrain me,
At this, let me be unleashed...

Whitespaces

The Quiet, my space,
Myself and the noises of silence...

Lonesome in this crowd,
in this endless walk...

Confined to the void,
Detached with the freedom...

Bonded by spaces,
enough room to choke...