Tell me Zebra,
Are you intimidated...

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

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

The paper burns with a certain melody;
she makes suicide an art...

She laughs
Neglect within her voice...

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

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

Here i am...

Fireflies in jars
A child's simplest delight...

I want to harvest all your misery
In a tiny glass bottle...

You
cut me short...

We are the hands of
perversion that spoil...