“Dance”
His [the teacher's] words painted with Van...

The lady in the red coat
walks among the trees...

Who can explain
love and faith...

Ripening:
we're falling back and forth...

Re-breathing.
Current mood: calm...

Deliberate...

It's not sleep anymore,
it is just a chance to wake up in a strange place...

Red, yellow and orange
pastel colors engulf the world in September...

My Mess to Sobriety:
Oxygen delivered in milligrams. Poison courses...

I can feel myself breathing
and i am not sure i like it...

I am grateful,
not [only] to be...

The minute hand snapped -
pressure built under a magnifying glass...