In a language of lament and mourning—poetry...
verses like ’stranded among the living/called...
of light, of love—twined together by the...
of time, there is little to be said, little to be...
The whole world was only a cell, and your cell was...
It was the freedom...
When I feel dark inside
I wear black to hide...
where will I be in ten years
if the pounding in my head...
Tonight, my home garden is
glowing like no other time...
way past
midnight...
There will
be a world after...
you decided to overcome
your fears on your own...
you took a sample
of our memories...
Our differences must
add to our union not to...
The less awareness
we have the more objects we...