Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me...
pull the gauze off your palms
and let the blood express the thoughts...
I've lost faith in
so many things...
I rarely cry anymore,
but when I do, it's when...
winter begets silence as the sparrows
struggle for warmth, the slowly-dying...
The night has rested
on her exhausted shoulder...
You can't promise that
it will be different now...
Nothing's new.
I'm coating you with words again...
Thus,
whispered an hourglass in my ears...
It is not a place I dream about,
Never had any desire to go...
A
month of...
Summer fails me often
as pastels blend with...