But tell me what its like sir,
to stare into those beautiful...

We will wake up in a place where
we can laugh mouth open...

At the surface of
your being I am...

I have never been
a spoiled brat...

I've been brought up
to believe, that one must...

This may not sound
poetic...

I want to step outside, and simply feel the wind...
you keep standing there, like a fact in a history...

I wonder if when
you read me...

Its almost one a.m
mother...

You were never anything
but...

All the loneliness,
you'd often find yourself in...

I'm moving forward, my love.
I finally can say, that my days are...