Hope is our strongest way to believe,
the sun still rising in a city of destruction...

I am magically hypnotized
by rich symbolic oils...

Maybe lightning is God's way of communicating
that there are no clear-cut answers...

Here, I am the little prisoner,
hunched over a cherry wood table...

The lonely creeps in just past noon,
blanketing the ground with a...

I had to get out of here,
this other dimension...

I am pushed by eager early birds
who force the pregnant sun...

I'm looking for him,
A guy that is nice...

they condemn us with bibles
pictures of fiery pits...

I have seen hundreds of customers
in my three months here...

Everything about you sings to me;
It doesn't matter what words I think I hear...

Life is an unfinished composition
a trembling earthquake of dissonances...