Until the doctor
pointed at my shadowed scan...
Not looking for it
but something was found once lost...
My heart says I'll be just fine
But my brain says otherwise...
..of man's lost war, I sail my boat,
to live and keep my hopes afloat...
You had folded my clothes
on the chair, and left a note...
The streets
around her are dying with the madness...
Who am I?
One who hates to hear a baby cry, who loves eating...
One day
when I have reached the end of my road...
Give up looking
in the mirror...
Little boy on the snow filled street
giving a smile to all you meet...
(Beautiful Chaos)
My mind is unspoken whiteness of marked metaphors...
Nothing’s as bad as it seems
Hearts were meant to heal...