Marco is Pastel Red

December 16.

Marco turns one today.

Marco Was In Coma

June-December2009

Seven-month state of unconsciousness:

how am I suppose to write anything,

when the only thing I call to mind,

is my sense of hearing...

traveling on its way to deterioration.

Though has stayed the last to lose grasp,

I could hardly perceive a sound.

Marco is Red (Again)

May 13.

This is a month late.

I honestly can't recall the details.

The only thing I remember is this heavy yet helpful pressure I inflict myself with: Suppression.

It is voluntarily set aside at the back of my consciousness,

That my wedges are now wearing two painful loops at the upper front,

and additional elastic materials are attached.

All I know is  I am all the more calloused;

And it doesn't give me any pain.

Seriously.

Marco is Dark Blue

April.

Both lower and upper parts of the wedge's calcium were overhauled.

The lower part was re-configured;

While the upper system was given more of the needed force to pull.

Though stable, the pain lingers even a day after the soft-handed's touch had passed.

Marco is Sky Blue

March.

Metal turns rubber.

Marco is Blue Green

February.

I am in EUPHORIA.

I could even hardly remember the color of my mouth.

There is nothing I can bring to mind but ---

I am besotted with YOU!

Marco is in shock.

Marco is Plus 1 Darker than Metallic Red

January 16.

One front thing is twisted.

Something knocked my head.

I appeared in front of you.

Now, the warped is on track.

Marco is Metallic Red

January.

I see one piece getting to it's place.

One is turning the wrong side, though.

I am amped for some more 'right turns' to go.

Marco is Lavender

December.

The day's first count to the straightening of all that is crooked.