Belong to yourself in?
green flames and wait for...
the AC kicks on and rattles the closed door...
how many times now have i been told...
Again you took a wrong path
to meet the angel...
I write and write
to write what I wish to write...
I dreamed about
you in between the...
There it was
on the kitchen bench...
Hush now, Love,
the line is crossed, no more can we go back...
Nice things always
break...
I'm used to the trains in our backyard,
the baritone doesn't scare or startle me anymore...
Absolute
is the silence of a canvas...
we were powerless
that night, in all...
The nature of time:
One day we all are going...