You grew your fears inside of me
just like my fear of butterflies...

I felt your presence in places
when I was sure I was all alone...

-- A sequel to "An Old Photo Album&quot...

In moments of a new day
the forest wakes serenely...

Who are you today
Naughty Mouse or Mickey Mouse...

How
hard it...

You
bitter, insecure...

While nestled against my chest,
you can now let go and breathe...

I kept it in its genuine pink
box, I only open it once...

Numb were the nights
when I inhaled the memory...

I never saw your face
Neither you have seen mine...

You come and ask me
what difference does it make...