She said she'd watch over me,
and now she has...

The day is of yellow rays,
dappled with white clouds...

Each minute is full of,
60 seconds...

She was family,
not only an aunt...

With a sky a baby blue,
chemical reaction on it's own...

On occasion there would be chocolates.
Perhaps a flower...

This place of poets,
of me and others...

Life...
the word always has a hidden meaning...

That feeling it buries me so deep,
in all the thoughts that I don't wish to keep...

Second from the right,
fourth to the left...

It's been a long night,
walking back alone...

A roar filled the bowl,
minimum of one million bears...