The tea is strong in the morning,
making up for the leftover mascara...

Murky shadows suffocated
as heavy clouds pressed against my back...

I'm used to the trains in our backyard,
the baritone doesn't scare or startle me anymore...

You and I will deny the smoke, dust, rotting
carcases that hiss underneath our boots. Storm...

Sky ribbons do not document my sorrow,
nor do they execute the careful planning...

Towards the sun, there seems to be
a water full of memories...

Why can't you stay longer
or do I have to keep waiting...

Dear Heavenly Father,
Please guide me in my life, and help me get past...

April 9, 2010...

Spring has a certain sound,
unlike any composition orchestrated...

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With this sea brushing us closer...

I remember distinctly the day I was called a...
Clouds burst and ugly demons escaped. People will...