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...

How does one explain....imagine
the ability to let your heart loose...