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...
Yearning for the artists hand
they lie fallow and incomplete...
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...