One night,
I just woke up naked on the inside...
They are pages
that time...
I'm sorry,
I couldn't keep...
I am tired
Just tired...
I found an old picture of us
and bile rose up in my throat...
Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...
you collaborated with silence,
fleeced by darkness, so...
Every time I sit down to write
he lights a candle - saying that...
You learned writing on sand
at a very young age...
A plastic rose last
forever for it is dead...
I said to the parser
It just doesn't seem right...
where the sun begins,
and you end...