Interpretations can be fatal
in the footsteps of an honorable dreamer...

My life is beginning to be defined
by the question words...

Imprints in sand saves my sanity
if only for a whole moment...

Remnants of a glimpse
to leave my eyes...

A voice of chilled adrenaline
flies out of its net...

Only one bulb is playing its harp....
rims of serenity's lost friend...

For two years I thought I could live
on subtle recognitions...

He buries her soul
among choleric rosebushes...

15 roses
for 3 years...

All the beautiful people
glisten...

Here:
in this home I thought I had dreamed up...

Fighting for you-
is the trickiest kind of love...