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...
A catheter leaks,
quality of hearing suffers...
A useless space between the sentences,
ghastly story does not end in black and white...
The metastatic figure.
He was seeking truth without thought...
If only my tears
Were Texas rain, this summer...