She carried the world on her shoulders, yet never...
Her hair fell down the side of her face, caressing...

Without even knowing it,
I have been on my journey all along...

Understanding yourself
is as complicated and troublesome...

The way I look at him,
touches the very depths of me...

I stare at the nearly finished book,
almost sad that I've gone through it so fast...

It's like staring at a blank paper
when you stare at your muddled life...

And can you tell me what love is?
After so many years together...

Why do I linger in the past?
So absorbed in moments that are long gone...

The dark pen sits awkwardly as I write,
like two lovers touching for the first time...

It's like I'm standing on the outside,
watching everyone so naturally...

The path begins to explode.
Wild herbs and flowers tickle my neck...

I saw something in your eyes tonight,
something that made me question...