Tell me why flowers
do not last...

Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...

The greatest place to
hide your misdeeds is behind...

Why just the violin can speak the truth
when all the sounds are disingenuous...

Give chance to healing
not to the wound, by being...

Don't outpace your friends.
paddling unequally you're...

Tell me something heartfelt and fair.
Tell me something kind...

Look
how inflated I am...

It was raining.
Wind was straining...

From nothing to everything
we are...

No one stands for the truth anymore.
Coward’s necks are back to their turtle shells...

She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...