Every work of heart is each a piece of art
Be it poems, sculptures, music or drafts...
Not my favorite drink
But I do like the color...
Forecasts were raining over me,
but I was already wet...
What a fastidious quarantine i've found in...
quietly perfunctory like the malaise of my allure...
Yeah, whatever pops into my mind, why are so many...
Never thought that putting out the Garbage cans...
The week between tinsel
and fireworks, where time is...
We don’t want a war right now
We don’t want a war ever...
Flows into God, my incapacity
to overcome the inexorable density...
If there's a chance to try again
This time blocking out the pain...
I cast off my coat and my troubles at my door
My ambition seemed simpler in years before...
I drank from the bottle of your lies
Told myself that you'd always be here...
Imagine
things that are not...