God sees the heart of man
like an emptied jar of glass...

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

a toddler
rocks to sleep...

Shall I compare you to a rose?
You were by far more beautiful...

Grant me another place to fall
other than these stacks of needles...

With hands in pockets
a man shrugs to gravelly days...

I was presumed guilty of killing myself...
I lived a life as if I were deceased...

hey, don’t panic
It’s okay...

Having faith does not mean to not question or to...
Having faith is questioning and doubting but still...

If you kill yourself, today,
It would be like jumping off the train of life...

Just remember that those flowers are peculiar
and that roses for example are familiar...

Too Late, we crossed the Intersection.
I didn't know what hit us -- just...