Loving Your SiblingsLove for one's siblings is like a decimal;it can get as small as possible, butit will still exist.
ExpiredAn expired carton of milk ready for the incinerator,yet I have felt no such heatas I sit on the border of life and death.
I Just Want to SingI just want tosing,like hundreds of rain drops hitting the groundwhose immutable choruschallenges the sky to answer with thunder.
I Love EveryoneI love everyone,but I forgetall the time.
PerfectionWe are too good for perfection.
A Lesson in LifeAdmit ignorance rather than feigning intelligence.
Pain = PleasurePain is just pleasure gone bad.
You, my friend, are a poet.