They do not know
how ignorant they are...
And I draw breath, parting myself down
the seam like a hairline fracture forming...
If you cannot breath
And often act like a fool...
You break through morning light,
like a forgotten dream coming to...
We sculpt
because we are looking for perfection...
Going out
going in...
I feel the curtain descending,
My days growing fewer...
I close my mind to
the memory, but it...
You are not so masterful
for...
Living is an addiction
Joy preserves the reason of existence...
If doctors found a cure for aging,
Would you take it...
Oh sweet heart
I can feel your ache...