December approaches its end,
clouds trail mountain tips...
How unlimited
we are, limiting ourselves...
Look, isn't it fairer
where I am the only one...
Some things you just can’t speak about
Autumn comes after a hot Summer...
What is Happiness? Is it Success?
Is it Achievement that creates so much stress...
Things in essence are
the same though interpreted...
Woods are born to burn
It is the trees burning to...
I like the way you weight
Hey, :). Thx...
You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...
like metaphors
undeciphered...
the acid drips off her fingertips,
she savors fire...
My name is sadness, my name is sorrow.
I'll be hanged tomorrow for all of my madness...