Sometimes I feel like writing; I don't claim that what I write is good,
but I like reading what I have written.
2005/jan-31
sustainable
a star or a black hole
giving light or swallowing all
a power so terrible
you can't see it
but want to BURST
into a million pieces and scatter
with hopelessness it's so beautiful
you don't fall in love with a star
you only sigh and walk on
here on earth
don't entertain hope
if she winks at you
don't wink back
notice the contrast in her
and find it in yourself
know then that you, too,
are a star
glow brightly ever
close your eyes and
stop your ears
and carry on