does it all matter
in the end?
busy affairs

horror movie
the translation turns it into
a comedy

no mercy
the chef forgets the seasoning
for vegetarian pasta

rain stops, till now
my umbrella
still at the socks shop

still collecting
my scattered thoughts
all over the place

stubborn!
what else am I good at?

without a word
silently turning cold
my coffee

not even midnight!
tonight will be longer
for my empty stomach

weird music
finds its way
to my taste

since I have begun
this journey must go on
even with no map

looking for home
while I am sitting
inside of it