Keep your past
under your feet...

Dreams,
so sweet, so punishing...

The feeling of longing for
something that is unattainable...

Why do we so often
hate death...

Small and frail,
bare and broken...

The idea of being humane
is but a horse that...

Her footsteps as
she leaves me...

If it is good or bad
depends on...

It has a meaning just by existing.
It brings relief from heavy thoughts...

A winter night is always quiet,
the people fear straying too far...

Is it peaceful in the deep?
Where the sounds echo in my head...

I watch as you are
crushed by the weight...