No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...

Blankness of canvases and silence of guitars
are pouring over horizons...

I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...

I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...

To each individual,
every index, other than their own...

Only fresh air is beloved.
She loves...

All the next puppies are going to be
as adorable as the one you lost...

I am still drawing back the bow
of the arrow...

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

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

The word
Like a genre or species...

Dance that imbue the aptitude
of postures in all the shadows...