the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

Not everything can be felt and not everything will be ever understood.

The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.

where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die,

So much dependsupona blue carsplattered with mudspeeding down the road.

At the age of four, you were an artist. And at seven, you were a poet.

Twinkle tiny star.Oh, how great you truly are!God's sign from afar.

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

...Time held me green and dyingThough I sang in my chains like the sea.

I have to live with myself and so, I want to be fit for myself to know.

I thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers.

Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste…

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.