Quiet contemplation
My reflection in glass like a ghost...
It's midnight
in my universe...
Here upon this shelf I sit
I've journeyed to a thousand places...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
deserted thoughts...
When I die
I want my body burned...
Rolling on a mountain
Rolling down to the hills...
There used to be so much sorrow behind these eyes...
a lonely girl passing away into the inviting black...
We are locked in our lighthouses,
and the chasms of ocean...
Deep, rigid lines will
one day...
By principles,
We limit freedom...
Here we are
standing on the...
As dawn lights ablaze with bright colours,
the iridescent wings of a butterfly shine...