a voice borne of everything but light;
you are the impetus to my fragmenting...
sometimes, words aren’t enough: there's the...
ubiquitous, overlapping when it comes to you...
Write them on the sand
Don't carve your words on the rocks...
You learned writing on sand
at a very young age...
Driving on a dirt road,
the sun, a brazen signal...
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
that's how it feels to be...
He remembered hearing a song coming from the...
He recalled he had always heard the song, though...
I'm full of the fear of regret
So I give up on things I could get...
you'd paint your sadness
in pastel colours...
Do you remember?
When we were young we both...
I wrote millions of poems for this little rose
and they still are not enough...
They do not give us ruler to draw the perfect...
We have to draw with our naked hands...