Should one worry
if her dream...

Sometimes I prefer
the shady fissures...

A star is a star,
it twinkles whether I wish upon its...

Yesterday, the wind had many voices-
ones that got carried away...

I thought perhaps beauty
belonged to those girls who giggled about...

So precariously he scrawls,
like a fatuous child...

Tonight, the tone of my heart is deafening;
like an ocean at war with Mother Nature...

It's 9:57, morning tide-
melancholy mocks me...

Yesterday, I woke up sick-
with my belly flopping about...

Inevitably I'm a mess;
with my emotions all strewn about...

Scribbling...

I feel silly sometimes,
recalling the ways I behaved...