It feels likes I'm living under water,
little fishes kiss my nose...

I'm still searching for truth
in old answers...

I mourn for the butterflies,
their departure was sudden...

Lately...
I feel like my guitar...

Cosmo says
the best way to reclaim your dew...

I suppose I'm just an ink stain
of a cliche...

Your heart
is no longer pink and plump...

He left my rhythmic world
for something...

My heart, a slope
of steep apprehension...

If sorrow is sunless
then I'm after midnight...

I saw them there-
your words framing you...

You saw me standing there. I had a cigarette in my...