I was blank on the apple bough of adolescence,
epitome of youth...

Let me land beside you
beautiful butterfly...

Every light turns to darkness,
every sound to silence...

Time is spiral though
without history it is...

The lines are clear though
you can't see for you've crossed the...

There is something in your eyes
that splashes...

The moon,
I...

To the love of "Orson Welles"
Let me die for what is right...

Anything ephemeral
in its burn...

You are somebody
when you learn...

So, in the depthless world
you might no longer be beautiful...

Love is in the eyes of beholder.
Love is...