Soul Discription

Albeit beautifully
building an empire to
fill it with
nothing,
The kind of
emptiness
one feels he
can’t express without a chalkboard and a textbook.


For me, the light bulb
was constantly
sputtering of snapshots
in my handful
of identity, folding and
unfolding
under an inevitable dark and dumb obscurity.

Albeit it
is a handful
of pictures of
a hand held over the lens of a camera.

In short, it looks like
a crack in the concrete which
some may remember
while forgetting their destinations.

Sorry Charles,
there isn’t much else to go on.