the street at night

i'm leaving this dawn,
and i prefer to dance with the light and a cold empty street.

a pair of identity

a day when i decided to become Uncanny.

a cinematic emptiness

somebody would love to watch
a drama of your life,
they are willing to laugh at, cry for or just bore.

out side our cubicle

sometimes we have to get out
from our own cubicle to see
and think about our own life
because everything becomes so clear
when we do not get involved in our lives.

a purple lashes and passive smoker

a purple lashes and passive smoker in a darkness.

the grass grayer

i can't even remember my dream,
last night.
the sun wake me up and
the haze lead me to my consciousness.
but, i see this grasses grayer...am i daydreaming?

a grand mother and grand daughter

a simple portrait of paradoxical reality.