A for Orange.

Oh thoughts of mine who do you run into, when time beats us once again

and why does hair grow on fingers, while time ages skin

Don’t accept what you can’t acknowledge… but time sure buys belief to some

Time management creates poverty

Do you like to be poor

Rich men’s flesh is tastier than meat, so sad to be vegetarian aren’t you

In my world the darkest chocolate illuminates

and debt collectors are entrusted to my darkest thoughts

My darkest thoughts shelter demons that fear orange


Winter clothes should become illicit on rainy days in May

or should people get outside an mingle

This world reaches out to the inside, yet it never grew distance like today

I do wonder where my thoughts go

…whenever I miss the opportunity to write