"A painted smile will wash away when the...
You are a bitter manipulator, Mr. Joker...
Willows lament into a smog smothered lake.
The trauma of knights still heard...
She dropped me off
with my luggage in hand...
Waiting and hoping
should be a moving wish...
I figured, its just the way that I am...
It's the way that I write...
A sound...
A familiar noise at
the front door...
A Peak Inside My Brain
the one that's smiling, the one that's making you...
The Same Vocal Tic
The noise echoed...
Pink, bright pink.
Drawing my eyes like...
I'm standing here
I'm losing my ground...
A blue drift
of forget-me-nots...