Another scene
Another glimpse...
Life is like a crystal ball of fortune.
When it falls into pieces...
It never
occurred to me...
Into to life we did fall.
Did we have a choice...
I sit,
I breath...
Three Little Words
Heavy as lead...
Life is an interlude
between two deaths...
Sometimes I think I am a flower
I cannot tell myself apart from one...
Without contrast there
is no vision. Darkness is...
Footprints in the snow;
snapshots of your past...
It tore you to the stork
the hardest jail you’ll know...
The space is as the result of
our disunion...