[ a poetry collection about grieving and becoming. ] I wish for the day when flowers no longer sink in water. When their eyes gaze not ignominy but proud; even dust can be seen as gold. And exhaustion feels rewarding.

[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To prevent it, that night, they evolved. He burst into quadrillion stardust that engulfs his one bright core, and she... she became what she always wanted. She imploded and turned into a child of void. The beauty around her bows to her, for she is not beautiful. She is exquisite. He wishes she knows that. At first, he thought she abandoned him; by that, the comets flew across space. But he again stares at the darkness she emits and realized they are not a system bound together. They are their own. Like her, he is a star. He has a universe to shine and astound, not an orbit to revolve. For one last time, she saved him, and he's grateful for it.