even though india
was a british colony
they built new holland

snow is like garbage wagons
when you see it
fetch your child and run outside

the dream to fly
is already there
with 2 years

fate
is
against me

as I've heeard
other's stubbronness
exceeds mine by far

my stubbornnes is not enough
to let me forget
the way back

three months early
can't believe it
what went wrong?

in a whining voice
the mother tells her child
not to whine

rain taught me
not to wait
for third chances

melancholy:
a children's playground
on a rainy day