Clawing, craving
These eyes are shut, glued...

Here in my hands, I hold the meaning of life.
It's not much. A bit of writing scrawled upon a...

Morning arises
When night wakes up...

I don't feel well today.
Maybe it's from lack of food. Energy. Interaction...

A dreamer, that's who I want to be,
Imagine the world for you and for me...

If this heart stopped beating,
Would anyone care...

If I was a song singing all day long
Would you sing with me, would you sing along...

I hold back tears
And turn from you...

My little plastic plane
Is yellow...

You see
I want to write this poem...

Painted on the back of my eyelids
Is a different world than this...

Searching, searching,
Feel around, I feel it there...