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

Time has stopped.
Nothing to do...

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

He holds all he has
Lost to possibilities...

All hope disappears
With foetal discontentment...

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

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

Do you remember
how comfortable they felt...

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

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