ríos
throw me in the river,
sever my brittle heart.
it’ll never be the same
as long as they’re apart.
i smell the lanolin
that the old woman burned.
she speaks nothing,
but her husband she has yearned.
but, through it all,
i speak of nothing true.
for there is nothing in the sky –
nothing waiting in the blue.
how long must we wait
for this never-ending cycle?
there is nothing so uncouth –
there is nothing in the title.
see me in the mirror –
see it with my eyes.
i can see the superficial –
i watch it with despise.
these are lingering tears uncried
for these tears are undefined.
you shall see the evanescence
when you can see no other mind.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.