The air is thick with pollen
I can't hardly even breath...
A hand wipes away the dried tears,
chemistry working...
Like a bowl full of cherries
Half moon in the sky...
What a day
I feel the cool breeze on my sweat...
Today I am drunk with pain due to fragility
of reason...
Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights...
A wild rose
flowers thorns...
The Rock
A high wave of feelings...
How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...
He'd found himself entangled
in the aroma of her lure...
Death was the beginning. My emancipation.
Death of pre-memory thoughts. I am ready to...
In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams...