Sitting by the window I see the sky ahead.
I fall silent, awed by the phenomenon...

Sometimes, just sometimes,
In the corner of my eye...

One time back then,
I'm not sure when...

So, you want to know pneumonia?
The funny thing about pneumonia is that you have...

Time has stopped.
Nothing to do...

Opening the box,
Dust and memories fill the air...

My world is monochrome and bleak.
A blanching carpet of bitter water...

All hope disappears
With foetal discontentment...

Do you remember
how comfortable they felt...

He holds all he has
Lost to possibilities...