a chair arms
the fatigued man...
After you
I became creative...
It was a fickle afternoon.
Up on the roof of your sixth floor apartment...
Just a touch away yet
far from your affection...
He is my hope
who keeps my path alight...
I am trying to find you through life, finally I...
My life was to search, not to get you...
Sleepless yet again
Looking at the clock...
Friends
Honest, cheerful...
Yes, I still hear your voice
echoing in those former alleyways...
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...