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...

You are not here yet.
You live in a space of your own...

Two days before the moving day,
I found a videotape left among other things...