Dear Pen,
Throwing water through the sky
sometimes I cry without any reason or any need
Yet the melodies of breathing loudly,
Ohay-Ohey ,
This joy,
I find -hiding and seeking
underneath the journey of my purse
in the back alleys, off sidewalks
Ohay-Ohey,
I stoop, breaking through silence-halls in my mind
I empty all my
Ohay-Ohey,
growing up in courage
we’ll meet again.