I throw a coin into a well
High in the air and then it fell...
In every attempt to escape you
There is an aura of futility...
Sometimes you just want to punch a wall.
Or scream in a pillow in your bedroom...
With each stroke
of the pen...
I am loved, and I am hated
I am happiness anticipated...
I hope all the Angels drink coffee
And they pull for the Atlanta Braves...
One day i was happy
one day i felt worm...
This world is a Mystery,
So why don't you create your own History...
The tormented volcano erupts.
Thunderous clouds rain steel on the innocent...
True beauty lies in pain
To suffer is to triumph...
Snows are gone.
blossoms...
do you hear voices deep inside of you?
have you met God...