A giant, with a mind of a child.
One of the many children...

Consumed within a lost generation
of fear and emptiness, I've reached...

All I have is pulsating beats
of a heart that has pondered...

I embrace wisps of frigid cold in winter,
for I am alive...

My nature's salad
Is sweet Johnny Smith's...

It wasn't the shades of
pale aura that invited me...

Speechless,
words failed to fly...

I'll never stop writing about you.
Upon the day when spring...

I was locked away for so long
that when I pen the deepest of thoughts...

She whispers tears
within her lines...

This lady placed a smile
upon my face, many years ago...

I crossed over moon phases
in a time of winter when whispers...