You can hear the drums from across the river
leaves are shaking...

My face is saturated with tears
the taste of salt lingers in my mouth...

She is painting this bottle
with a tint of green...

When writing at night
my mind is clear...

I had this illusion of perfect togetherness
visualized a beautiful landscape on an empty...

As I have traveled through life
telling the difference was quite an experience...

Without shedding tears
my soul would not wear a dress...

Weeks of uncertainties
promises become more unreal...

After the dead winter
spring has arrived...

My "Queen of Soul"
you took your last breath...

I will not die of suffocation
with guilt pressing against my chest...

Stepping away from my comfortzone
it's in my nature...