Short of hopes, a log swims;
Afloat...

It hurts.
The wind came some days ago. The rain came after...

On a tempestuous day, a girl with brownish hair
spoke to her dearest nature friend...

May be I'm a torrent
Some sort of stream...

It seems the oceans where I swim
have opened up to me...

never again will i feel this pain
I said...

In this 32 degree fahrenheit
alley of life...

And to think that I used to write everyday,
And now, I just write every other time...

Every day,
I slept when his light went away...

Every night,
I swam in waves of dreams...

I can't help but feel the way I do...
It's like there you are...

Everyday,
I usually walk in rhythm with my thoughts...