Broken mirror

When it rained out of season
Some eyes were wet
But some were lit bright
Paradoxes are pervasive
You can choose
A valley of voids
Or a peak of promises

Coherent chaos

Coherent chaos
Malignant meanings
Why are you so hopeful?

Maybe the seeds are sprouting
Silence will speak
Tide is turning

Pitcher of perseverance leaking

I had faltered again

and again

falling for small silvers of solace

may seem trivial

does not first leak

in the pitcher of perseverance seem small too

till it does not hold any water
ask yourself

don’t hide your face