Ghostly white claws
....bite...

When it comes down to God's mighty will,
hate is undoubtedly nonexistent...

My hands are still
searching...

When you can't grasp happiness,
life may feel like a wasted journey...

I would love to wake up and not question who I am.
To not have to roll over in bed, clutching my...

I feel as if May has swept me up onto its
hot air balloon, with devoted winds...

I am a fugitive stranded on a desert island,
Having been blinded from direction of all paths...

Perhaps I do not have to go searching far for...
do the grain's wisps not whistle a tune to my...

"I'm sorry", he bellowed, over and over...

Love means the whole world to me,
It's not just some silly thing...

Lately, it's felt nearly impossible
to get out of bed...

Love makes me
chase...