Self

Why are we so sure of ourselves;
and again in words we try to describe.
See how they are left, in vain again.

All the statements in our minds are yet to be dangerous,
which I always hope I could just release myself from.

Things we know by heart, can never be lingually spoken.

There's no need to try so much,
There's no need to try at all.

Untouchable

Beauty lies in immediacy,
Still untouchable.

Obscene, yet unchangeable.
it is purely striking.

Yet it feels closer than
never far away from

It challenges everyone,
and leave them torn apart.

A curse,
and an evil.

An angel,
and a blessing.

It tortured its participants,
and let no one win.

Be careful will you,
and stay calm.

Take a distance from it,
owners and spectators.

our hearts and
everything else.