Can you imagine
if you turned your head around...

My vision is blemished with irritation
from endlessly rubbing your image...

I feel like i’m a storm
stuck in a tea cup...

This empty place in which I stand
alone...

I appreciate the sun
trying to put some colour in my cheeks...

so, here i am once more
alone...

eyes
crazed...

the sunrise
brought colours...

It has felt so long since I strolled through the
corridors of expression; where the...

My mind takes a stroll
and I arrive at memory lane...

i love how you are the sound
of ice, when it cracks and crackles...

In the
silence...