In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet...
The billabong booms with the kind of
blokes and bush rangers that rest bundy...
Have you wondered
what a broken memory...
Seconds tick, tock
in catacombs of nerve...
I'm going to give you all the reasons to love me...
I'll be consistent, you're gonna tell me "be...
It was December now
and Kuebiko noticed that...
Beneath an archipelago of clouds, I find myself
thumb wrestling with words, placing dreams...
Sometimes I wonder if I'm only good for keeping my...
expressionless, not replying because maybe if I...
Mrs. Lowe has two pianos;
with one she's taught five generations...
After everything happened,
I used to lie awake in the dark...
Out of a bundle of firsts, the elementary, comes...
of love. And everyone, the self proclaimed...
The street lights don't hold us
anymore; there are only clouds and curtains...