I am trying to find you through life, finally I...
My life was to search, not to get you...
Sleepless yet again
Looking at the clock...
Friends
Honest, cheerful...
How unlimited
we are, limiting ourselves...
Inject in me a set of false memories,
I don't mind becoming a dream...
One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...
Yearning for the artists hand
they lie fallow and incomplete...
fried fish with fries, the scent I like
add lemon, salt, and sauce alike...
Being innocent
is the most punishable...
All sorts of tiny creatures chirped,
and you hummed to their music...
Will I ever find you
beyond the wrath...
I've carried you around
kept you in my back pocket...