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

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

I have a rock in my chest.
It is heavy, and my heart...

She smiles and happily
chats with her friends...

Small and frail,
bare and broken...

One can not be known without the other
love and hate...

Dreams,
so sweet, so punishing...

If it is good or bad
depends on...

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

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

I felt it once,
love and happiness...

Wading through water,
watching them sprint ahead...