>> Apr 28, 2010
Like the roots of a tree that threatens
the earth and embraces like an octopus.
Stoic is the sky
and there is one moon that is sad.
At this hour, darkness is silk
You can wear it and cry unnoticed.
We know not why even truths have versions.
There are different truths; stories to tell.
We choose convenience.
Or sometimes the other.
If you are afraid of heights, fly.
You may meet a cocoon who decided
to date back and became a caterpillar.