In the tomorrows to come
(no matter how many or few...
When it gets hard to breath
The air of self-indignation...
I now know things...
things...
I’m fine
Deep down inside...
We laughed
Until we forgot...
Beauty radiates tween conversation as
Roses mixed with greenery, remind me...
I tried
to paint the sun and realised...
I'm a whisper in a dark room
where my words spark smoke...
Weep not once for me
For I cannot see your tears...
I communicate
best with persons whose language...
I saw her searching for a similar sign..
With marble-like eyes and a marvelous mind...
Anna
Wontons? Not now...