It is raining.
I look down, and see my knees...

Inspired by the book by Judith Guest.
In your thoughts are ordinary people...

Rascal; in his raccoon mask
Never set upon one task...

Hot/cold emotions run blood-like through me
Unchanging, though I think...

In the Hell World
Lurking in my own depths...

For a child, who is bad,
There is punishment, accordingly...

Pretty Girl,
Dont you know...

Dear boy of two years.
Where is this going...

Your Secret, like a sticky child.
Calm and sweet, and hardly wild...

The blind trust of a child
To your eager outstretched hands...

She holds a miniture glass bottle
Deep inside, like secret treasure...

Are two
And small beings...