Poems from Gooseman
I love to write. I am the cold covers to your warm body. Foolish one never thought a powerful organ can give warmth to one's body.
Through the shrouded environment, I feel my feet sinking into the fragmented pieces below me
that was once a solid yet now has been...
I Am...
An open book never read because the pages are too sharp to turn me over.
A book never making contact with a soft palm. So what is...