Actually
it was in the apple of your eyes...
O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...
Yoyos are orbicular,
like everything else...
To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...
The shrine of loneliness
the involuntary prison of choice...
There is just one message
and everything else is...
How blissfully unaware of what moves bellow my...
Dark undercurrents churn and flow, devious and...
My brother is a gullible sinner
and I am Jesus...
The respite is shortening
like my hair in the barber shop...
All right, that's right - Quite in spite of
your Confidence Or lack thereof...
The tragedy of a man in the abyss of: “to be...
Where the bridge of “to be” connecting two...
I awaited whole year
between gloom and light...