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

Instinct or thoughts
same or different...

Making the words for a lie
is easy...

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

In the morning we don our masks
during the day they can...

Her footsteps as
she leaves me...

When one is born
they are given a...

She laughs
at me...

The wind rustles through
the tree leaves...

How is perfect defined in a
perfect world...

Shame is a corrosive vice
that stills the tongue...

Keep your past
under your feet...