His musical whisper jolts my tiny universe,
Misery evaporates, promptly, into the cold air...

I smear indigo with the palms of my hands, onto my...
Like the paint brushes of Picasso, upon the white...

I meander in the bleak vortex of autumn,
Listening to the melody, within me...

Crimson ink, smeared upon the lonely ground,
Awaiting to evaporate in the dusty, autumn air...

Searching for foods and beverages,
Longing to hold a cloud...

Life was a pathway to death,
And death longed to devour the rest of me...

Reckless drivers are blind,
They cannot see you...

Dearest NHI,
I have been cheating on you...