I cannot see the future
And I do not see the past...

The fire is everywhere
burning and blazing...

Dear diary,
I met her again today...

I see a light at the
end of the tunnel...

There is no hope
our lives are doomed...

Your bottomless eyes,
full of joy and happiness...

I knew that there was no chance
That my love would not be returned...

Bottomless like the deepest abyss,
Their color aleatory like waves...

When it all began
I was ignorant...

From griffonage to graphospasm
the noctivagant hand wanders...

Like the falling rain
I wander my lonely road...

It's eleven 'o five as I depart,
an ordinary Saturday at a seemingly...