I want to scream from the rooftop, hold
my arms to the air and let them see the...

One day I might quit this obsession.
Quite sooner than you all think...

If being loved makes you uncomfortable,
you're more screwed up than I am...

The ship has sailed and you're a stowaway.
Anxious to find another phase...

The thick, contaminated vapor of your world causes...
I lost my ability to think for myself...

I want to capture you in pill-form
and celebrate you in day-form...

Loneliness,
so strange...

I heard the
Gossip Bird...

There is something about the notion of your
arms fitting so perfectly around my waist...

I usually love the rain-
But, today, it sounds like...

Caught up in whirlwinds of thought; Emotions.
Directions reversed, compass gone mad...

Contusions of the soul
turn to scars and scabs...