Some ideas. If I have time, I will open another book and expand it.
"Do you hear the rust eating the wings?" The shadow whispered in the keyhole.
The young man counted the bars growing in his spine: "Wait until the last feather turns into a key."
(Ii) "Have you ever seen a porcelain doll practicing piano at three in the morning?"
"Those keys are weeping"
(iii) "Kissing, a process of assimilation"
(iv) When the specimen talks about love, all the rotten cherry blossoms will be resurrected in the palm of your hand.
㈤ "You know what? The brighter the sun, the darker the shadows."
"But why does your shadow seem to be disappearing?"
"Because I'm in a vacuum and even light can't catch me."
"What about your voice?"
"It shattered in the sun, like glass, and no one heard it."
"Then what do you do?"
"I choose to fall when the sun shines brightest."
(Inspiration is a song!)
The god didn't say anything, he just pushed me.
I flew over wheat ears, over neon lights, over tombstones, over piles of rubble.
Flowers bloomed under my feet, and my bones fell to the ground.
The sun is silent and the night is speechless.
"That's it," said the voice inside, "you know who you are."
I am the one who never falls.
The night is on my back and the wind is in my ears.
Fly, don't stop.
Intention: delusion