Staring outside a window
filled with winter crust...

Winter Morning
by Tine Delien...

Until this life is over
we must stand with arms wide open...

I cannnot imagine
the way that things are now...

Take me to the place
we call love, we, not you & me...

They never found her back, that day. They never...
It was a beautiful autumn day, when they decided...

Yesterday he cried no more
for all the drama he already had...

I see the day
erupt before us...

Suicide is a bad thing
but not the way you did it...

Come on honey
shine for me again...

An endless stream
of words flows out...

Perhaps some day you will wake up
and find amongst all your thoughts...