A star burns, flickers
within the fractures of these faces...
Something about bombs.
Something about death...
An officer fell—
today he won’t...
Tonight I will melt
vanilla spice, weave...
I can hear the rain
watch the branches move...
Oh slip into your comfort zone
On these cold and frosty nights...
The breeze whispered to me:
see...
Why is loneliness
so crowded...
She called me Red -
When the world collapsed...