Dreams,
so sweet, so punishing...

If you're in a constant
game of hide-and-seek...

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

Keep your past
under your feet...

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

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

Looking up
from under a tree...

She glows with demure beauty.
Producing waves of enticing light...

Is it ignorance that drives my fearlessness?
Or is it the overpowering need to rest...

Wading through water,
watching them sprint ahead...