There it is. A glowing dot
in the sky. You could hear it's whistle...

It's bedtime, there, in Rome
you must have overslept...

This city is a sad play,
with the most bone-chilling...

Your love to me had always
been a splinter of...

There is always this moment
before a car smash...

Most leave.
Most never notice...

You can't hate your country.
You think you do...

Stones; aligned like an
army queue 'midst the garden...

On quieter days, I catch
myself laying on...

It's not your OCD
when you like things...

The ocean is fathomless and welcoming.
Arms outstretch above...

Let me tell you
about the struggle...