You can see the snow sitting on top of the...
rivers are frozen...
Misty vapor in the air
Brought to life by speech...
Death by rains.
No exclamation...
Where do
I go in dark...
The desire,
rises like a spire...
Here I am
Nursing my wounds...
Trickles through the cracks
of the dam--a million...
We often take for granted
what's most precious...
Why do I connect
with ruins of people lost...
A misbelief
breaks into rags...
As I walk my dog through the isolated fields,
I embrace the nature surrounding me...
Alive
Flickering hearts...