There are plenty of ideas
for one to explore alone...

Yesterday
you took a stake, and with it...

At night the lights are out of sights
the ponds are ice...

I figured, its just the way that I am...
It's the way that I write...

I, watched grown men and women, live alone.
Their families forgot them, threw them on the...

When your blankets refuse to warm you up
and your pillow stops letting you hug it tight...

upstairs, the alarm clock
goes crazy trying to wake up my neighbors...

I have not written my thoughts.
I used to carry with myself a phone...

Your lips, a bottle too subtle,
so supple meant to be taste...

slipping
slipping...

flying through
clouds of birds...

I dreamt of nights with black
stars gazing in my eyes...