A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...
6 PM
He said he values me and the...
To awake one day and be
a lightbulb in your head...
Poetically,
I must be dying...
And it's true, all this time,
I've been like a lagoon...
To think that I have been writing
since I was 10 and I don't see...
I stood shallow
in the core of my living body...
War, I rearranged your letters,
And I found out...
Caught within a memory, the world continues on
it's mad rush headlong to oblivion, yet I am...
You that flutters in observance
From up, an olive tree...
It beckons me once more...
but I am no longer the joyful child...
Look at me.
No, really see...