Re-breathing.
Current mood: calm...

She asked me why
our burdens only rise when we're drunk...

Death was just another
Piece of entertainment...

Curious inkblots
Could not compare to the lips of my shoes...

You always waited for
the wonderous calamities...

One call:
i swore to you...

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

Look at the sky!
Does this not bring amazement to your life...

I wonder about the lovers
that never were...

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

I know you felt it:
the sensation of...

My hands;
Callused and bruised...