Sometimes I think I am a flower
I cannot tell myself apart from one...
The space is as the result of
our disunion...
A book not written
Will never be the same thing...
I see how fate
molds into...
Morning has broken
There's no afternoon...
The penny
finally dropped...
It is natural for a person to be dissatisfied with...
Some ease into this intrusion early, some cast it...
I know the sleepless nights are past and so are...
Now you talk to me like you can earn your own...
I want to be worth more than your money.
Stop looking...
You work alone-
Striving; constantly...
What a magical place this world once was to me.
As a child I saw everything that could be...
The night is made
for dreaming...