Would you come over for dinner?
Please...

Time, what is time? What is time well spent, and...

Happiness confined between soft etched lines
and where do they go...

She looked at him strangely, as if she were seeing...

Spinning my world around,
wrapping that thin thread tightly around my...

Screeching tires that nobody hears,
a magnificant scream, holding dead weight, getting...

Lying like mudd,
steadily breathing...

Warm smiles
and hot tears...

Staring into space,
focusing hard on the lines and ripples in the...

The blunt vines.
The obvious purpose of these lethal ropes...

Stillness and blackness.
The evening has developed into night...

She breaks through the solid cold glass window...
Running, running, never stopping...