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...

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

Beyond the rusty thorns of barbed wire
the ink from my pen flows with tears and sadness...

In the
silence...

Your charming presence
swept the air, when you...