I kept my laughter in a bottle to be opened when I feel sad.
The ceiling listens to the echoes of the silence in the room.
I heard you, answered the ceiling as I mumbled a prayer on my back.
The Lord gave me just enough good life so I won’t forget Him.
I saw a fleeting shadow in the dark. Eternity eavesdropping on time?
What if when I die I’ll find out there’s no life after death?
My thoughts were printed on the gray ceiling.
Unable to recall what I forgot, I look at the ceiling for the answer.
I woke up unable to sleep.
My shadow won’t follow me.
I lighted a candle to find myself in the dark.
I can’t find my way out of my mother’s womb.
I can’t see myself – the mirror turns back on me.
I can hear the snore of the wall clock.
I saw a scarecrow directing traffic of maya in their flight.
I felt hungry. Cupid’s arrow hit my stomach.
Can I burn the house by igniting my farts?
The thief stole the big cross at the church and carried it to his grave.
The altar boy made the sign of the cross before and after he took the money from the offering box.
