Many memories
Of hot cocoa and sweaters...
Afloat lonely seas,
jousting radically heavy forces...
I can not remember..
The last time I did not feel broken...
I, watched grown men and women, live alone.
Their families forgot them, threw them on the...
As dusk embraces the sky
grieving images draw closer...
"The preciousness lies
in the lonely mind of man."...
Sounds spiral
Up, up...
I own a large collection of maps
of where my heart has crashed and burned...
I keep asking myself, why did I cast my pearl...
I should have known where to draw the line...
I should not need fear
being grateful for blessings...
Distance:
a million miles filled with heart-drowning pain...
I pet black cats that pass on by
even though they are bad luck...