Being innocent
is the most punishable...

Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...

She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...

The true love is when
one love something for itself...

Whiteness in my heart
I avalanche from winter...

Running into it,
as running away from it...

Here, is everywhere.
But out there, here is out there...

Rather than guarding
his own life, unleashes the...

Little lamb munching
on the sunset lawn before...

Blackamoor singing
and his teeth brighten the room...

I flew to aeon
when a fleeting butterfly...