She laughs
Neglect within her voice...

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

You
cut me short...

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

Here i am...

How inspirational:
To inhale the words of a stranger...

Who can explain
love and faith...

Re-breathing.
Current mood: calm...

Inspiration
feeding on the tips of my fingers...

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

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

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