Love ain’t what it used to be,
and the air is thicker...

What does bile taste like?
As I sit, sirens blaring...

The air in here is disgusting.
You have lived here for...

There are pits
Deeper...

O’er mountains high, past running stream
Where breezes blow and sun doth beam...

There was a time when everything
devastating happened after an explosion...

Flitting about, free—
Kings and queens of city skies...

How is it that leaves slip so easily?
What makes a tree want to let one go...

There is a
Fine line...

Have you ever
had the pleasure...

As the sun sets people scurry,
making their way...

Behind these walls strikes lightning;
space so calm, silence inviting...