Sunday

For my Goddess
please forgive my sinking too deep into the darkness
It always has bigger grip on me than brightness
the same way Moon is better than Sun
I shall
in no lighter tongue
seclude myself mediating about creation
Not just the Adam and Eve
The perfection the illusion and the mother of all anxieties in relationships
that troubles every individual ever born on earth
But any creation thereafter
The movies or TV shows have so much creations in them
addictions would be favorable to entertainment business
The sports mass crowd worship only put Roman in shame to compare
The chemistry that sure improves qualities of life
and reduces life span at the same time
Medicine's own medicine
Technologies become something we could not live without
yet can't predict their ending to ours down the centuries
Maybe these are something NOT for me to worry about
Let me go back to floors
hand cleanup some loose hairs and dirty spots
with just holy water
Humble am still a simple man
Amen