There's something nostalgic about
dimly-lit roads and faded footpaths...
His baggage is heavier than mine
and the spirits of the place can't understand...
Mamma Mia! Maestro, mute the music!
My mouth must meditate, moreso mediate...
Red:
for the excruciating pain that you caused my young...
When I was thirteen, I made a promise to
the western wind, that I'd come back to her...
Rising above the realms of myth,
an enticing chimera whispers...
In Memoriam
Would you like to tell me where you are now...
In February,
there is tenderness in the air...
*Click*
"Pass the potatoes, please."...
Right now I'm sitting in a coffee shop
where the hipster thumbdrive playlist...
When I am little in mind
or little in forgiveness...
From his inside pocket,
he takes out a smile...