Time moves too fast some-times
Actually, it's too fast all the time...
Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car
I can see that crack's dissemination...
The harvest
They sleep in peace...
Justice
The guilt is dead...
Forecasts were raining over me,
but I was already wet...
What a fastidious quarantine i've found in...
quietly perfunctory like the malaise of my allure...
Caged
They sow disagreement within us...
May my voice
Not be strained...
Wise words
Bedim the cruelty...
Wise words
On naive ears...
I needed to write this poem
with a pen...
Yeah, whatever pops into my mind, why are so many...
Never thought that putting out the Garbage cans...