Draw me again
to nameless things...

Some days, it is enough.
silence and water...

My hair is black and
wild like my blood...

My love
left me blind...

She was lying in bed, half sick,
feeling, just feeling the song...

There she goes
ripped apart...

I'd like to tell you
i'm surviving but not breathing...

I am glad i have something i don't owe
and it's been pretty hard to keep...

This is a sometime thing
and it aches to count the letters...

He writes as if the tip of his muse's tongue
were searching stars in his ears...

Demeter blessed my coffee
with another doubt...

Soren, my love,
it is not easy to endure...