The most beautiful time of your life,
can't be captured...

I did not just fall in love with you
I remembered you...

To be here,
To listen...

Your voice
makes me cave deep, deep into my heart...

Sometime is utterly hard to see,
this is not the world, as we see...

Was it the disease that killed me
or...

It was not a glass menagerie of thorns
it was a a flower house...

In the abyss
That neither God nor fire did exist...

Where the loneliness of each star
is as vast as all the skies...

Time is spiral film
a reel...

A plain canvas—or paint?
A white peacock, or a rainbow one...

He mumbled:
_for a man who writes just for his shadow...