And so, today we ended up
Splitting the rainbow in half...
In once green fields the larks no longer sing,
Nor rise the owls to meet the waxing moon...
We patiently sit in our skies
Oceans apart...
If I were you, I wouldn't have forgiven myself.
I wouldn't have the patience to wait and see what...
From where he stood,
six feet above the ground...
You were my nightbook.
In you, I traced my stories...
A noose knocked on my door today.
It's knot hung loose as it made it's way...
When we met we were silent
- a glance...
My thoughts of you are consistent with beautiful...
A complex symphony so easy to understand, *it...
Van Gogh is in Melbourne
so here I am finding myself...
I wasn't designed
to be a scapegoat...
Darkness consumes me
As I continue to fall...