A pink sunset blooms
igniting this world...

Frustration
she needs somebody...

Little words
written in red...

Little red stars
twinking...

Dear Mom,
are you proud of me...

It's funny how aloneness
can come rushing quickly in...

Darkened grey caves
hidden secrets in dark...

A couple of drinks
and a rush of blood...

When you're swimmin' in the ocean
all you see is blue...

Out of your box
but surrounded by lines...

She fell, breaking her crimson lines
And discovered something radical, change...

Running
breathing...