His knife slowly went through the corners,
as he carefully carved broken crayons...
It's grubby like the mucus on a newborn;
it's elastic like an unblown balloon...
Mother I can almost smell the world,
So close. It is merely five months away...
I find no comfort in pleasure or pain.
What I lack in life, I cannot make up in dreams...
A simple thirst
cannot be cured...
Sometimes getting lost
Lets us find all the things that...
Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...
How I long for the days of yore,
Before my time, many centuries before...
As the world continued to spin
around the sun in an endless...
As the rain hits the window i slowly cry myself to...
my minds blank, but everyone is still screaming my...
Yesterday, yesterday
what a word, what a day...
Maybe,
the world revolves around...