Look, the celsius degrees
are sneering at our thirst...

There will be no time
for packing luggage, weeping...

One day, I'll cross oceans
to see you again...

And then she sighs
and says in a shaking voice...

I've always been the first
to fall, and through my falling, others...

Imagine a crocodile,
atrociously, devouring...

The ground is shaking.
You’re holding up the wall...

Eyelids sag, fingers
let loose, bones...

There goes the alarm clock,
the disturbing buzz...

This thirst reminds me
of winter...

Last night, the rain raged for six
hours straight, for me to wake up to...

Hug him more fiercely.
Retain how it feels...