Sleepless yet again
Looking at the clock...
Friends
Honest, cheerful...
How unlimited
we are, limiting ourselves...
Inject in me a set of false memories,
I don't mind becoming a dream...
One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...
Yearning for the artists hand
they lie fallow and incomplete...
Never Underestimate
Em, once a damaged...
fried fish with fries, the scent I like
add lemon, salt, and sauce alike...
Being innocent
is the most punishable...
All sorts of tiny creatures chirped,
and you hummed to their music...
Will I ever find you
beyond the wrath...
I've carried you around
kept you in my back pocket...