As i face deaths temptation,
I cling to the solitary...

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

The music washes over me.
It brings me to a...

Warmth in the presence of three
no trust...

You came to me
when we were kids...

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

Looking up
from under a tree...

I stood on a wall of trust,
a wall with cracks...

Why do we so often
hate death...

Words, such an unstable bridge
for thoughts and feelings...

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