In front of a window, an orange cat
and a white mouse dreamily sit...

in my sleep I stop breathing
and when I do...

My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...

I want the sun to be as bright as you,
So I may see you every morning too...

I’m alive like the dust on the shutters
accumulating and growing...

Scattered around a field of daisies
a little bird, without a fear...

My lord,
Forgive me if Sometimes...

From within a ground, roots grow deep
like screams I hear in my sleep...

When Santa comes to visit it,
the clouds up high begin to knit...

a flower
sprouts from roots...

I want be the search engine
where you could search everything you need...

It seems our love is just a mouse my dear
And sadness is an elephant you see...