whirled skywards
invited to a graceful dance
just to be dropped, seconds later

Asuguo

his life depends
on being half a foot
in front of me

Dillo Fenderson

good ventilation in shoes
can be a curse when
biking downhill in winter

Asuguo

i should have known better
than to trust
the few clouds in the sky

Dillo Fenderson

the falling snow
covers my plans of biking
under a wet, white blanket

Asuguo

since i hit my knee
pain is a
constant companion

Asuguo

i
remember
wind

Asuguo

tired
frustrated
annoyed

Dillo Fenderson

the colors of the leaves
are unnaturally cold
under the streetlights

Asuguo

sometimes we walk on
the ceiling of a different world
without knowing it

Asuguo