I sit here in the dark,
the only light comes from...

Did you wonder where your dreams come from?
A magical land or the subconscious mind...

It was one of the few days I had
went to the bar to drink before noon...

Outlined in aster ,
and traced with trees...

Endless days and endless nights
run together like water colors...

Let me tell you about my grandmother.
June 6, was the day she was brought into...

The snow stopped falling the other day
Christmas has come and gone...

A canvas sits untouched, unveiled
lonely and forgotten, memories fade...

Out on the roof he sat in the cold on that dark...
He was freezing from the water that he fell in...

I feel like giving up
when all the memories...

My mind is blank
i don't know what to say...

Way back when,
I was a child...