She plucked petals
one by one...

The only thing I know is that
we, all, are broken...

Oh heavens high, where are you now?
I searched for you within the clouds...

One day Anger asked his psychologist,
"What am I ?" And the psychologist replied...

Life is like a balloon
inflating...

...

one drop...

No later than the clock could tick a new hour,
I hid near dusty shelves...

I
Here...

May be I'm broken
And I can no longer hold the light in me...

If I were to fall in your arms
hold me tight, alright...

I slept counting sheep -
cheap stars on the ceiling creeping in...