Take these words and sail with me.
We'll bless this lovely water...

You tell me it's so natural,
so natural to rebel...

Ripped apart at my seams,
watch as my dreams turn to ash...

"What if"s echo through silent corridors
that spiderweb through a broken mind...

The click clack of heels upon empty streets,
echoing as though through twisting corridors...

Rain praises God sweetly
Humming songs of redemption...

The rain hums against a thin glass window,
A sweet solitary sort of sound...

Light balances bright
Lovely beacon for dreamers...

Dear Diary,
I fell today, a little harder than before...

She sits in a chair by her window,
this would be great if she had a view...

Whispers soothing lies of perfection,
echoing society's need for simplicity and...

I could always promise you a poem,
or take a photograph or two...