No flour has been grinded

Verbal communication

Crazy chasing the shadow of love

Sprouts from the nerves

It flows on the tip of the tongue

Give you a hug and a kiss

Across the boundless wilderness

Moon in the water

Flowers in the mirror

Empty

In vain

Wears out brain cells

Desecrated the carcass of emotion

Licking the scars

Throwing emptiness and helplessness

You can't get rid of the shackles

After all, it's a dream

I had to draw circles in the same place

(Saturday, December 29, 2012)