In the midst of this screaming era desires break constantly longings cracks persistently and countless dreams keep spilling around.

Out here are books and magazines- asleep, carrying the entire world in them, and standing there are walls and windows, staring at me, and leaves of letters here-- about to go melting quite like the heart itself, and photographs-- lost in themselves as if- they're thinking of someone.

Can’t tell what was liked and where; but something was just liked unwittingly.

Wishing to grab the life with nothingness wanting to erase the sigh of tiredness forgetting myself completely from my being why do I seek embrace of yours do not ask me, I know not, I am in oblivion.

Tonight, let us exchange every part of our bodies and every space of our souls to each other.

The eyes hold tears for so long; let us fill it with love and passion.