(from "Ignorance Of A Butterfly")

(from "Ignorance of a Butterfly")

And ignorance has the mouth that never gets tired nor rests.

Only ignorance is busy with its mouth.

Ah,

my ignorance do pick on me, do ridicule me.

(from "An Artist")

An artist is not who's beautiful.

An artist is who makes a mess.

I have a poor mind and always struggled with grasping causality.

Instead of writing, made a mess.

Instead of an artist, became a pathetic fool.

(from "a candlelight") there's a candlelight in my heart that always precariously flickers with their own eyes with their own blue lines it's a meaningless world for truth say their own eyes, say their own blue lines, but my candlelight would never flicker like this ravingly if they're right

(from "on the settled life") sitting against a little light in the dark struck across a flash of strange feeling with a sinking heart, I turned my face and there, behind the empty space, remained only the familiar scenery if a stranger was standing there, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant through the body weakness, ignorance, cowardly hope, cowardly belief, unlike all of those that stays in only slight desires, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant

(from "Longing and Time") When you’re drenched in longing time flows like an eternity

(from "Blue Blood") I loathe people who raise their voice only when they're in the crowds. They have the red blood, which simmers only in the dark. And you have to face them almost every night, unless you have the sufficient territory. In front of your tiny tight place, they resonate with the vulgarity and cruelty of life, always spitting their red blood. It's like a real hell, honestly.