Walking in the mortal plain, something akin to a...
Smelling the fresh flowers, watching the fish jump...
It's funny how some memories
In our minds they have been burned...
I listen to a song about mothers and daughters
Hey mama, is this song about you...
A still frame
A moment in time...
Am I genuine or fake?
I think I've made a mistake...
My blood looks enticing in its compartments.
I’m tempted to pierce my paper-thin skin...
They do not change like the seasons.
My mother is the height of summer...
Sometimes I just don’t wanna be invisible.
My words are drained in the silence of my parents...
It was all too much
for a moment...
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye...
My dad was a warrior, the toughest man I have ever...
A picnic on the edge of forest of pines,
Patches flowers bloom as the warm sun shines...