I have a choice, to be hushed,
close up at the sound of your heavy...

When words mean nothing
that is when life...

I wake up in a room different than
my own, a place I once called home...

I stare out of this telescope,
it isn't mine...

Sour milk infecting my mouth,
anxious legs cramped...

...

We learn life lessons in the most interesting...
One person's way of understanding something may be...

I have exiled crimson sunsets,
extinguishing any newfangled flames...

Thunder tumbles in
like a gymnast ready to take on her last...

You've imprisoned others
with your seas of anger...

Questioning everything I do,
I don't trust myself to radiate...

What's it like to wake up and feel
the start of a new day...