She puts the knife on the lamb’s throat
but seeing the innocent lamb in the eyes...
Tears flow, they drown my eyes;
the worst of them all: silent cries...
There's too much aching and breaking in this world
too many of us are made of porcelain and glass...
You wake to more than sunlight and compassion -
there is more to the routine than just a pattern...
There's something to be said for
all the stories we write together...
If you kill the messenger
The message forever...
The one without a leg to move envies the one with...
The one without a mat to sleep envies the one...
Never give up because
Only you can achieve...
Idiopathic intracranial hypertension
Leaves me feeling weak for days and...
Night time,
I've always feared you...
It's another world inside my head,
romantic scenes and massive bloodshed...
There is just personal death
and collective continuum...