I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear
Tales of joy ringing off the rooftops...
Fine is sand,
Fine is skin...
Seas can be blue,
Seas can be green...
Incessant flies are buzzing
In these fire-hydrant times...
So I’m standing here yet again
whilst the camera blinks...
Once more, it starts.
The gathering of smiles...
channel your own thoughts
switch yourself off from it all...
You sound like the friends I am supposed to know
The past I’m impugned to carry in tow...
A quiet jewel.
A girl without a scream...
No one understands just how many memories
can open up within a tear...
One, two, three to 366 days,
2020 was a up's and down's drama play...
I once heard some wisdom from a friend, would you...
I see you nodding at your screen, so maybe I'll...