Today I want to write a couple of poems here instead of commentary:

I.

I wish I could listen

to the music in your head.

A world closed

in a pod. Intact. Yours.

II.

Literature is paper

and all empty thoughts.

How it pulls my heart.

III.

Sink your feet in the sand.

Watch how the sea run towards you,

how it runs away.

IV.

I believe in the some day

I will be understood perfectly

and all my loves will gallop.

V.

This can be morning

or the night. Or a time that is

neither morning but night.