and it all comes back
when red and blue flash...
drifting
with no destination in mind...
Am I sick of life
or sick of myself...
I feel as depressed
as a skateboarding ramp...
Sometimes an embrace
is cozier...
Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...
I did a bad thing
I thought I covered it right...
God is quiescent.
To sound there must be two things...
A cup of tea is easy to make
A couple of minutes is all that it takes...
I have now learnt from long ago
That it does no good to complain...
I'll be here,
whatever "here" means...
Effulgence
spawns on the transparent pons...