We are afraid.
Meaninglessly...

I found a dandelion,
That once someone picked...

The one afraid to breathe
Is bound to die...

Following the seemingly irreversible strangled...
It’s not the fear of losing yourself that haunts...

That time again,
The time that keeps spinning...

For once,
If I stopped healing...

There is magic
Lingering to this world...

What a cat like day
To lazily lay around...

Why does it have to be so painful to be loved?
I know it. This is how you show your love...

There is an answer.
I have something to live for...

Where am I living,
How am I living...

The pitiful blossoming,
Unquenchably craved...