You've seen me smashing mirrors in disgust and wishing for a perfect day with a perfect hairdo. You've heard me pray for guilty pleasures of the lasting love affairs with reflections. Day turns into the night and I am still in doubt for what to wear. The Goddess of Advise forever proves me wrong and life is unfulfilled.

Redemption has been coded in my smart phone.

A smile has jammed my jaws. I called my dentist, and he performed a surgery on open gums. My smile recedes.

A throat wants to find a sound inside the hollow depth. Is there anyone to hear silence? If there are ears that can hear silence, then there are songs inside the hollow depth.

My thought is driving with expired license and memory is fasten to the seat.

Time slithering away, his psychedelic pattern rubbing against the eyeballs.

I saw a tree, but when I looked a little longer, I saw a modernistic sculpture vaguely reminiscent of a bird. When taken by surprise by ambiguity, I easily disdain it.