I started counting the days
I see the white owl outside...

What may come of the sunflowers
blossoming before schedule...

the shadows chew through my appendages
and into bone, and i do not scream...

a white screen
staring back...

A cup of coffee unwrapped
a world were darkness isn't bitter...

Her strained veins
pressed...

The roaring went on,
as your scribbling drafted...

The pain inside
was unbearable...

sometimes you cry and
hope your tears will...

I thought I could get over you...
So many years passed...

When the clouds
hold your memories...

When it’s so quiet,
and the only thing you hear...